Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu attempted to use all methods to escape — apart from using the techniques from the golden armoured King. In the end, he was not able to escape from the middle-aged man’s ruthless beating. When the middle-aged man finally stopped and left with a satisfied smile, Ye Qingyu was already covered with swollen lumps, even in a state worse than yesterday.

  Kache!

  The black door closed and locked.

  In the courtyard, only Ye Qingyu was left, grimac..