Demon Island.
In the middle of eight cages.
A one-eyed man holding a toothpick.
"Li San, everyone says you are Li San the Swallow, a master thief whose skills are supernatural. Hurry up and unlock all these doors..."
Indeed, Li San the Swallow, was a master locksmith among the rivers and lakes, a thief incarnate.
He glanced left and right, looked at the big locks on the cell doors, and sneered, "Half an hour, all the remaining cell doors will be open!"
"Good!"
The crowd became noisy once again.
Some rough men, in celebration of their impending freedom, screamed wildly, even stripping off their clothes and setting them on fire.
Smoke filled the air.
Some mischief-makers even brought a box of wine from the Dark Web's office, distributing it to the prisoners, splashing it around recklessly.
"Brothers, you will be free very soon!"
"Let's break out together! Kill all the people from the Dark Web!"
"Kill them all!"
"Kill them all!"
Click.
