Once there was one, there would be a second.
There were more than just the bald man in the prison; many didn't shy away from any vice or violence.
By the time the prison guards discovered what had happened, An Jiuge had already collapsed unconscious on the ground, with broken limbs, surrounded by the trace of his desperate struggles.
An Jiuge wanted to simply pass out and end it all, yet his consciousness revived against his will.
Everything he endured the previous night, vivid and bone-deep, echoed relentlessly in his head.
Those people, he wanted to dismember them thousands of times over right now.
But with every move, his body ached terribly, especially that place, where the tearing agony incessantly reminded him of all the humiliation he suffered.
Unavoidably, An Jiuge came to hate everyone, including his own parents, Wan He whom he once admired, everyone...
He detested them all.
Why did it have to be him, why him...
