He looked out expectantly—
Outside was pitch black; he couldn't see anything.
Ansel slumped his shoulders and jumped down.
"Damn it, this cursed place!" He kicked the door angrily, kicking hard.
"Open the door, let us out, open the door!"
"Idiots, do you know who I am?!"
"If you don't let me out, be careful, my daddy might kill you!"
"A bunch of losers, you can't beat us, so you use guns. You have no honor!"
"Bullying two five-year-old kids, you're not real men!"
...
Ansel was pampered from a young age, even during training, the hardships he endured were those of a young master.
Although he was strong, brave, and resourceful, he knew the cruelty of the world.
But he had never been treated this way before.
Therefore, his pride and self-esteem couldn't accept the fact that he was a prisoner.
Compared to Ansel's agitation, Junqi seemed very calm.
Because to him, this was nothing at all.
Ansel vented for a while, then faced Junqi's puzzled expression.
