The two men guarding the door slumped to the ground without a sound, their eyes wide as if still in the middle of their conversation.
Chen Yang's facial muscles shifted, quickly returning to his original face. He strolled over, indifferent to the two bodies lying on the ground, and looked down at this green iron door. His hand reached out, gripped the iron lock entwined with an iron chain. With a gentle squeeze, the lock immediately distorted at an observable speed, and within a few seconds, it completely shattered.
"Creak…"
Pushing open the green iron door, Chen Yang looked into the room.
In a room that was only about seven or eight square meters, Fang Ye sat on the ground, looking haggard. His wrists were shackled by an iron chain, and he was squinting up.
"Bos-, Boss?"
Fang Ye stared in disbelief at Chen Yang standing at the doorway.
"I must say, old Fang, you took quite some time with the assignment this time!"
Chen Yang rarely joked.
