Following Chen Yang's departure, the gray-robed young man turned back to face Han Li with a cold sneer on his face.0

All of a sudden, he grabbed onto Han Li's shackles to hoist him to his feet, then slammed his other fist into Han Li's lower abdomen with a dull thump.0

His fist was extremely powerful, and Han Li felt as if a steel knife had been driven into his stomach.0

His internal organs instantly began to twist and churn, and his face turned bright red, then deathly pale, as sweat began to pour down his forehead.0

"Did that feel good?" the gray-robed young man chuckled.0

Han Li's head remained lowered, and he offered no response.0

The gray-robed young man was very pleased with Han Li's submissive demeanor, and he pulled out a key to unlock Han Li's shackles as he said, "Good boy. No matter who you are, if you end up in here, you have to follow my orders. Otherwise, that punch will only be an appetizer for what's to come."0

Han Li was very much taken aback by this, and he slowly rose to his feet with a perplexed...0