Guan Yan's entire body was in pain, and her pierced scapula almost took half her life. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and her pale lips did not let out a single word of begging for mercy.
She looked at the empty underground prison and listened to the wet and cold sound of water dripping. A fishy taste rose in her throat.
She gritted her teeth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Guan Yan's hands hung above her head, and she couldn't wipe away the blood at the corner of her mouth. She moved his neck uncomfortably and said hoarsely, "Tsk, I'm really unlucky."
She did not expect Nike and Uncle Dumb to betray her.
The person who had risked his life to save her seemed like a different person. He even tampered with her tea.
Guan Yan had mixed feelings.
She could roughly guess why Nie Qingru could order them around.
Nie Qingru must have used the people in the slums to threaten them into setting up a trap for her in the illegal district.
