Zhong Xiang remained still and glanced at the shackles on his feet.
The nearly half-ton metal locks and alloy shackles still restricted his freedom.
The soldier understood and waved his hand. Two warriors walked in, holding laser saws and other tools.
Zhong Xiang's shackles were welded shut with metal and could only be forcibly sawed open.
Zhong Xiang smiled proudly, reached out to grab the arm-thick chain on his foot, and gestured for others to step aside.
Seeing his demeanor, the soldier was startled, "What do you want to do?"
The two warriors stepped in front of the soldier, instinctively drew their pistols, and aimed at Zhong Xiang.
Click!
The next second, a black Gang Qi suddenly appeared in Zhong Xiang's hand.
The Gang Qi coiled around the alloy shackles like a snake.
With a series of explosive sounds, his shackles broke inch by inch, turning into scrap metal, clattering to the ground.
Zhong Xiang raised his hand towards the soldier.
