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"Hehe, is Brother Yong strong or what, impressive, right?" Chen Zhiyong sat there comfortably, feeling good about himself. He hadn't expected this woman to be so formidable. She was incredibly resourceful, a quality he deeply admired.
Cao Yan held Chen Zhiyong in contempt, good-looking but useless, like a blunt pencil.
"Impressive, Brother Yong is the strongest."
She had come to terms with her situation long ago; following wasn't the same as committing. With so many survivors here, she couldn't possibly cozy up to the big shots one by one—that just wouldn't work.
Chen Zhiyong was thoroughly satisfied and then asked, "How have you managed to survive until now? You seem unscathed."
For him, if there was any issue with this woman, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate her. After all, the prison was his domain, and he wouldn't tolerate any disruption.
