Xiao Ge and his partners threw down seven or eight mattresses, along with all the sheets, quilts, and pillows they had scavenged from the residences. In a matter of moments, they filled the bottom with a thick layer of padding.
At the first glance, they looked rough and relentless, like desperadoes, yet they valued their lives so much when it came to the crunch.
Lu Yuwen sneered at their cowardice.
Yang Zi untied the rope from Lu Yuwen's wrists, which were deeply bruised, having been bound for too long.
The rope was long and stretchy. Xiao Ge tied one end to a nearby tree and wrapped the other end around his waist before gradually descending the rope.
Once at the bottom, Yang Zi pulled the rope back, tied it around his waist like Xiao Ge had done, and slowly descended.
Zhang Ke was the last to go down.
Seeing all three men had descended, Lu Yuwen cracked a cold smile. He leaned on his arms, attempting to get up.