Underground base of Hundred Rivers Union, Nanji District, two o’clock in the morning.0

“What gives you the right, what gives you the right to do this to me?!”0

Zhang Wei’s holler rang through the corridor leading to the special cell. His hands and feet were both in Black Gold shackles since he wouldn’t cooperate and insisted on resisting, even throwing a tantrum. In the end, his two teammates had to seize his elbows and carry him away.0

Legs lifted off the ground, Zhang Wei kicked around like a pig about to be slaughtered. The man on his left was in his forties, dressed in orange clothes for mountain climbing. He was tall and strongly built, his brown hair thick and hard. His square face gave off a slightly stiff impression, but with his full forehead...0