"Ugh, it hurts."
Xiaopang slowly opened his eyes, lifted his hand, and covered his swollen face.
Huh, my hand—
His eyes suddenly widened. He looked down and found the ropes that had bound his hands and feet had been cut without him knowing when. He turned his head and saw that Xiong Gang's ropes had also been severed.
"Da Xiong, Da Xiong, wake up."
Xiaopang shook Xiong Gang's shoulder vigorously to wake him up.
Xiong Gang opened his eyes and was greeted by a face swollen like a pig's head.
Memories surged like a tide, and Xiong Gang's heart tightened. He quickly asked:
"Xiaopang, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Xiaopang raised his hand and waved it, saying, "The ropes on both of us have been cut. I guess someone came to save us."
"Are we saved?"
Xiong Gang propped himself up with his hands, but his face showed a glimpse of pain before he could stabilize his body.
"What's wrong?"
Xiaopang hurriedly asked.
