Inside the basement, a cold, oppressive atmosphere lingered heavily in the air.
The dim lights above flickered faintly, illuminating the figures chained against the walls.
From Number Three to Number Ten, all of Wu Chaochang's subordinates had been captured and imprisoned here. Powerful anaesthetics flowed through their bodies, suppressing their strength completely. Combined with the untreated injuries they had suffered earlier, even moving normally had become difficult for them.
Still, despite their weakened state, the hatred and vigilance in their eyes had not faded at all.
Guarding the prisoners was none other than Little Goldie.
The golden rhinoceros beetle had now grown to nearly a meter in size. Its golden shell reflected the basement lights sharply while its thick limbs carried explosive strength.
Clearly, Su Mo had fed it quite well recently.
At this moment, the giant beetle lazily rested beside the captives like a loyal watchdog.
