“Are you sure?”
“Sure.”
Zhao Tieshan gritted his teeth. “Okay. I believe you. ”
Early the next morning, the iron door of the cell was opened.
The protoss monk stood in the corridor, holding a whip in his hand, shouting loudly.
“Get up! Get up! Go to work! ”
The prisoners came out of the cell one by one, lined up in a long line, and walked out of the prison.
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