"I won't kill you!"
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Jin Nanhui, whether you live or die, I have no power to decide. The person who has the right to decide your fate is him!"
Jiang Xiaobai pointed at Lin Yong, who was imprisoned in a cage.
Only then did Lin Yong raise his head, his eyes looking fearfully at the two people through his disheveled and dirty hair.
"Brother Yong."
Jiang Xiaobai walked to the front of the cage, crouched down, "Don't you recognize me?"
Lin Yong stared at Jiang Xiaobai with wide eyes, his gaze filled only with fear, as if anyone could harm him.
A person confined in such a place for years, even the strongest of minds, would likely suffer a psychological collapse and become insane.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at the ghostly figure of Lin Yong, once robust, now frail down to the bone, curled up like a stray dog in the narrow cage.
How much did Jin Nanhui hate Lin Yong to imprison him in such a cage, collaring and chaining him like a dog?
"Ah!"
