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As the old saying goes, scoundrels are ground down by scoundrels.
Chen Kainan, now, bore no resemblance to his previous arrogance and high spirits.
Even without torture, the prolonged imprisonment had caused him to lose a considerable amount of weight, with his hair in disarray and his eyes lifeless. He was gripping the iron bars with his now gaunt and bony hands, shaking continuously.
"You... Who the hell are you..."
Fear deep in his eyes, Chen Kainan stared intently at Lin Mo.
As if he wanted to see Lin Mo's true face under the mask through his own eyes.
"Let me go... I'll give you whatever you want... Just let me go!"
For over two months.
More than 60 days.
Over 1560 hours.
Every minute, every second, Chen Kainan pondered the same question.
Who was the man who attacked him in the basement that night?
How did he know about his secret base?
He had taken so many security measures.
He had never told anyone.
How could anyone know?
He couldn't figure it out!
