But this was not the focal point; the crux of the matter was what he was about to do!
Was it to strike at the Federation's prestige, or to further establish his own sense of justice?
Nie Hailong wasn't sure, but he faintly sensed an unusual air about the situation.
"Bang bang bang!"
Just then, the Martial Artist moved, palm shadows of dragons reappeared, sweeping the surroundings in an instant, shattering the prison door and the shackles binding everyone's hands and feet.
Upon seeing this, the crowd was both shocked and terrified, still cowering in the corner, not daring to make any rash moves.
The Martial Artist didn't say much, just went to one of the cages, and the camera angle shifted accordingly, revealing a frail body covered in wounds to everyone's eyes.
It was a young girl, a girl covered in wounds and with breath as thin as a thread, her body almost devoid of any intact skin, curled up in a corner, with only the slightest hint of breathing.
"This..."
"Those beasts!"