Midway, those who were tied up like dumplings and knocked out also started waking up one by one and quickly realized their predicament, instinctively wanting to shout and break free.
Unfortunately, those who tied them up were professionals; the more they struggled, the tighter the ropes became, almost cutting into their flesh.
They wanted to cry, but unfortunately, their mouths were stuffed with things, some with old socks, some with soft wood.
They could only squirm on the ground futilely, making muffled sounds.
The women of Yingzi Gully watched, feeling their hearts shatter.
Especially after the sun rose, the stones on the mountainside heated up, and those tied up and lying on the ground were baked by the heat from both above and below, sweat pouring from their bodies like a flood.
From last night until now, they hadn't had a drop of water, and some were on the verge of collapse.
