C1701 The Battle Was Orderly

Lin Yaoyang was singularly focused on how to dispose of the person opposite him. They all exuded an aura of deadly intent. Lin Yaoyang observed them, nodded in acknowledgment, and then glanced down at his own feet. There, his ankle was shackled to the ankle of the bald man next to him with an iron chain as thick as an arm.

The one who had locked them up stated