While the fake Song Ming was still worrying about a new name, the real Song Ming had just finished a battle.

This battle consumed all his strength. When it was over, he fell down on the stone platform, sweating profusely, and had no strength to move his fingers.

Song Ming gasped for air, her chest heaved violently, her eyes were red, she lay on her back on the stone platform, staring blankly at the ceiling, and then closed her eyes tiredly.

He is still confused and has no idea how he ended up in this damn place.

This is not a place for people to stay at all. It is simply a hell on earth. They are forced to do various trainings every day. If they don't do it, they are not allowed to eat, but they are still forced to continue training.

Someone is watching them every day. In order to prevent them from escaping, everyone lives together in a big house and supervises each other. Those who find escapees can report them to the caretaker. If the report is successful, they can get a day off and do not need to do any training.

It's the same way. Almost no one dares to escape. Even if they have the intention, they don't dare to try easily.

After all, if you are caught, you will be imprisoned.

I heard that no one in solitary confinement ever comes out again.

Song Ming is an exception.

He was imprisoned twice and came out alive.

He is not from here. Although he was not raised in a pampered manner, he is still tender-skinned and cannot stand the perverted training here.

Besides, he still has his mother. He can't stay here forever. He has to go find his mother.

From the moment he woke up, Song Ming had been thinking about leaving here. After being warned by a scar-faced man, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he pretended to be obedient and look for opportunities.

In Song Ming's memory, the last person he saw before he fell into coma was Su Qingci. He seemed to have said something in his ear, but Song Ming couldn't remember it after waking up.

He only knew that what he saw when he opened his eyes was not his mother's gentle face, but a fierce and strange man.

There was a terrifying and hideous scar on that man's face, spanning his entire face, like a centipede lying on his face.

If you don't look carefully, it really looks like a big centipede.

When Song Ming woke up and saw that face, she was so frightened that she fell off the bed.

It's not a bed, it's a rectangular stone.

Song Ming's whole body ached, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat when he was frightened by the man, but he ignored the pain on his body and used his hands and feet to stay away from the scary man.

However, the next second, his ankle was grabbed by the man.

The man raised his hand slightly, and Song Ming was picked up upside down. Before Song Ming could react, her legs were tied up.

After he struggled a few times, the man carried him quickly to a wall, and then Song Ming was hung upside down on the wall.

The height was just enough for his hands to rest on the floor. Song Ming put his hands on the floor and struggled hard. His face turned red due to congestion.

He was now like a fish on the chopping board. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the restraints on his body. And because he was hanging, he became more and more hypoxic, and his face became redder and redder, reaching the root of his neck.

"let me go!"

Song Ming glared at the bad man bitterly.

What he could see most clearly from this angle was the man's legs. When he looked upward, the most eye-catching thing was the centipede scar on the man's face.

Looking at it this way, it looks even more scary.

Song Ming quickly looked away, not daring to look again. If he looked for a second longer, he would feel that the centipede scar would crawl down his face.

"Who are you? I advise you to let me go quickly. I...my father is very powerful. If he knows that you kidnapped me, he will definitely not let you go."

At this time, Song Ming had no choice but to move Su Qingci out and try to scare the people in front of her.

If he remembered correctly, that man also had some abilities, and the Su family seemed to be quite powerful, but he had never seen Su Qingci's methods, so he didn't know how powerful he was.

"Oh? Your father...who is he?"

The centipede scar man asked with a smile, his tone full of disdain and ridicule.

He slowly squatted down in front of Song Ming, reached out and gently slapped his little face, the force was neither light nor heavy, and it was extremely insulting.

Song Ming turned her face and said, "My father is the eldest young master of the Su family..."

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