way, watching silently at the box on the tea table.>In the box...It is a finger.A finger, broken and twisted in reverse.Let me know if you'd like to translate something else!Zhao Rucheng remained sile...nderstood it.He stood there silently, waiting for the moment the duel would begin.Ahead of him stood a single arched gate, forged from black iron, like a cage barring wild beasts.>Joel led four elite...