C144 To see a master at gunpoint

It was unknown how long he had been unconscious when Jiang Zihan slowly woke up. His body was in twisted pain, his neck felt like it had been slashed by a knife, moving slightly was extremely painful. He sniffed, but he did not smell the familiar smell of a bedroom, but instead, he smelt a strong smell of gasoline.

What is this place? Where is he now? That damned Zhen Haolin