The dungeon entrance was rather hidden; it took Chen Hai nearly ten minutes to finally locate its position.
Zheng Donglai and Fang Qingshan had many matters to deal with.
After interrogating Deng Qian for half a day without extracting much useful information, the two of them had already left earlier, leaving only one of their subordinates to guard inside the dungeon.
When Chen Hai sneaked in, the person guarding Deng Qian had his eyes closed, cultivating his spirit, seemingly on the verge of falling into a deep slumber.
After all, Deng Qian was still being hung upside down from the beam.
He looked as if he was clinging to life without the ability to die, without any strength to resist, nor able to play any tricks.
The guard was very confident about this.
Stationed in the dungeon where everything had always been calm and uneventful, the somewhat bored guard simply closed his eyes and began to doze off.
