"Jian Qing, I have prepared a gift for you, which I believe you'll certainly appreciate."
He reached into his pocket and produced a small remote control.
Jian Qing's eyes narrowed, "What are you planning?"
"I have planted a bomb in this vicinity, laced with a virus reagent. I believe Jian Qing knows how terrifying the consequences will be if the virus reagent is spread on a large scale," Iverson nonchalantly played with the remote control.
Jian Qing responded with a cold smile, "Out with it, what are your terms?"
"Straight to the point!" Iverson laughed, "It would be a bother to you both to come with us."
"Jian Qing, don't agree to his terms." Zhan Mingyan pulled her sleeve anxiously.
If Iverson took Jian Qing to threaten Quan Jingwu, it wouldn't bode well.
"Don't worry." Jian Qing gave her a reassuring glance, her confidence easing Zhan Mingyan's nerves.
