Gong Jie suddenly turned around and glared at her. "Am I your master?"
"That's right."
"Then, as a subordinate, why are you questioning your master's orders?"
Vermillion Bird was speechless. She understood that the man was the boss while she was the subordinate. In that case, she had to obey his orders unconditionally.
"But…" Vermillion Bird was about to say something else when Gong Jie shot her a look. She immediately lowered her head guiltily. "I know. I understand."
…
East Africa.
In the solitary confinement room, every corner was covered in cobwebs. Rats ran amok, and mosquitoes and flies were everywhere. There was not even a ventilation shaft. The interior was shrouded in complete darkness. Dust filled the turbid air. The small space was filled with the smell of blood.
The door suddenly flew open. Hua Jin was hustled in. He staggered and fell to the ground.
