"Ever since the explosion, all the telecommunication signals in this building have been completely blocked. If you don't mind me asking, how did you send the orders to capture him?"
Zhong Nuannuan was smiling cheekily. "Since you won't believe me even if I've told you the truth, you should just take a look yourself."
After saying that, Zhong Nuannuan directed her phone screen toward Yang Min.
Yang Min's eyes widened when she took a closer look.
On the other side of the video, her son was tied to a stool in a basement with a bullet wound in his chest. Two men wearing black headscarves guarded her son, but they did not look like soldiers from Camino. They looked more like people who were in the same profession as her!
Redness started forming around Yang Min's eyes. She roared furiously, "Zhong Nuannuan, who exactly are you? What right do you have to imprison my son? Let him go!"
