When Trevor Ye's limbs were chained and thrown into the dungeon, he was drowsy and bleeding from his head.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, can you hear me?"
Trevor Ye slowly woke up, and saw a few pairs of long boots in front of him. Looking up, he saw a stranger in a red robe standing there. The guards who were originally in charge of this place had been sent out and were not here.
"Who are you?" Trevor Ye regained his composure and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "Where is Po Yan? I want to see him."
"Po Yan, it's Po Yan again. He's just a half-baked guy with unknown origins. He has taken over most of the power of the God-Slaying Clan. I want to vomit when I see his arrogant look. Don't mention him to me!" The man said sternly, "You know Po Yan, but you don't know me?"
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