Xuezhang was cursed with this life. He lost all hope of getting out. He was nothing but a mere plaything. He sat on the floor with his knees to his chest and his head buried to his knees. The chain collar around his neck was a painful reminder.

The door of the room he was locked in was kicked open. He flinched and turned his head quickly to see the commotion happening behind him. There stood a person with a gun in hand, a light in hand. You lowered your gun when you saw his weaken state.