It was unexpected that he was not beaten to death on the spot, but it was expected that his hands were hung on the tree trunk at a moderate height.
The pull of an adult's weight caused the branch to bend down, and his toes could just touch the ground. The rough hemp rope had turned his wrists purple from being tied for a long time, and his skin was aching from the wear. The walkie-talkie that had been thrown aside during the fight was also confiscated.
---These people made a camp with simple tents. Now Chi Yao was sitting leisurely on a fallen tree trunk, tinkering with that thing with great interest.
But there was no sound from the other end of the intercom.
These people searched his entire body except his boots. He was not sure if this was Chi Yao's plan, but he wanted to give it a try anyway.
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