The Butcher and the Youth

The engineer who designed the gate would have never expected that there would be a psycho who would tear the gate apart just because he could not open it.

Stepping on the gate with gravel lying on the ground, Ye Qingxuan walked inside, but he did not see Lorenzo. As expected, the guy had escaped quickly. This was a good quality to have in downtown, otherwise he would not have survived up to this point.

"Let’s go." Ye Qingxuan looked back at the Butcher. "Since we’re here, let’s see what the Arkham Asylum really looks like."

Through the long path and up the stairs, it seemed like they were entering a complex building. The air was still filled with pungent fumes of disinfectants. The smell was so strong it seemed to not only kill bacteria, but also people. The only sound in the silent hall were of echoing footsteps.

The lights from the ceiling were white and dazzling, illuminating the iron bars on both sides, as well as the exhausted shadows behind them.