C117 If I Repeat

Inside the small dark room, the big man was pot-bellied and was rubbing He Ceng's face with a pair of pig's hands. His clothes had been torn to shreds and only a few rags were hanging on his body.

The sky was overcast, and a fog had already started to rise. He could not see anything clearly from afar, but he still shouted loudly. However, he could not make a single sound