More than ten minutes passed, Ling Chen sat quietly in his chair, staring at Zhang Xueli in front of him, constantly pondering his options.
But to his dismay, he rejected every plan he could think of. In this room, no less than six men in suits were watching him, and his hands and feet were bound by iron chains. Even with extraordinary abilities, he was powerless. At this moment, he could only pray silently, hoping that Pang Jiulin would realize the danger in time and lead his team members to retreat.
Just then, the door of the room was opened and a young man covered in bruises, with a swollen nose and face, was brought in by two men in suits.
Seeing the newcomer, Ling Chen immediately recognized his identity: it was Yang Tao, the target of this rescue mission.
Feeling his gaze, Yang Tao weakly lifted his head, a bitter smile on his lips: "Why is it you?"
