C25 Iron Prison Black Fist

Instructor Gao, the logging workers, the prison guards, and some male prisoners had come to the bottom of the cliff early in the morning to look for them.

After hours of searching, they finally found them.

"Is he dead?" Instructor Gao asked nervously.

"It seems as though he isn't dead yet." said a lumberjack.

"That's good." Instructor Gao heaved a sigh of relief. If there were any deaths