Inside this room, a man sat cross-legged on the floor, his hands and feet shackled by handcuffs and leg irons. Sensing something odd about the ventilation duct, the man turned his head to look.
"Where is the Judge?" Song Yun asked in a low voice.
"Who are you?" The man didn't answer Song Yun's question and instead asked coldly, his eyes filled with a thick, bloody light.
"Either tell me where the Judge is, or, I can kill you right now." Song Yun said just as coldly, not particularly fond of the people here, save for the Judge, who piqued Song Yun's interest.
The man was about to sneer at Song Yun, this young man ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, but then he caught a glimpse of Song Yun's eyes.
