Yang Yi was taken to Owen's office.
As the head of security, Owen was the boss of all the prison guards; in his position, he could leave on time every day, but today it was quite late, and he still hadn't left.
Seeing Yang Yi again, Owen's face turned particularly expressive.
"It's actually you, how could it be you?"
Owen seemed particularly baffled. He stood up from behind his desk and said with a puzzled face, "Is the Boxing King an idiot, or how else could he have let you come out alive?"
Yang Yi shrugged his shoulders, looking innocent, and said, "I didn't do anything; the Boxing King killed himself."
"Killed himself? He killed himself?"
"Everyone has their moments of weakness, don't they?"
