C1983 Revenge

The four men pressed him to the ground at the same time, the dust flying, the machinery rumbling.

All kinds of eyes were staring at him. His hands were clasped behind his back, and the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard. Ma Xueyu couldn't care about the pain in his arms; his mental stimulation far exceeded the pain.

Suddenly, a young man rushed out with a backpack on his back