Zhu Yibo's cries for mercy were confined within the cabin.
Fujiwara Rika followed Xiao Ming with small, delicate steps, seemingly submissive, but she only stepped back slightly and lowered her head after Xiao Ming entered a correct and not-low-level elevator code.
She certainly hadn't completely submitted; it was merely fear due to not being able to see through or understand the situation.
At the same time, she knew that if she couldn't quickly find out his strengths and weaknesses, submission was just a matter of time.
This man was dangerous and powerful, and accepting his invitation was undoubtedly playing with fire.
But it was like a person dying of thirst in the desert suddenly finding a bottle of poison.
Would you die in pain with a slight hope but most likely in despair?
Or would you take a daring leap, kill the hope, but die satisfied with your last breath?
For ordinary people, this would definitely be a difficult choice that could lead to much hair-pulling.
