Having narrowly escaped death, Zhang Yunhai's face was deathly white, devoid of any color. His body shivered like autumn leaves in the wind, and an unpleasant smell permeated the space between his legs.
He nodded repeatedly, saying, "I'll give it now, right now."
Xiao Qiang nodded and pulled him into the room with a jerk of his hand, saying coldly, "Bring it."
Zhang Yunhai took deep gasping breaths, scrambling to remove something from a cabinet and shakingly said, "This is the personal data of Miao Group staff that I surreptitiously kept. Please take a look, sir."
After a few moments of fumbling with the object, names began to appear on the screen.
Xiao Qiang glanced at Zhang Yunhai, then at the computer, a strange expression flashing in his eyes.
