Hearing Jia Shu's somewhat manic and inexplicable words, the three white-clad men from the Disciplinary Department didn't say anything; they just looked at him with a cold indifference.
Meanwhile, "tap tap tap..." a series of footsteps approached from a distance.
Shortly after, Tang Feifei, dressed neatly and looking relaxed, emerged from the darkness.
In her hand, she was dragging a Masked Man in Suit, lifeless as a dead dog.
Compared to her nonchalant demeanor, the Suit Man's condition was clearly much worse—not only were his clothes in tatters, his body was covered with bruises, not a single spot on his skin was intact, and his head was so swollen it resembled a pig's head; he had long since passed out.
When they reached the villa's entrance, Tang Feifei tossed the Masked Man in Suit next to Jia Shu as if throwing away trash.
With a muffled "thud," the Masked Man in Suit landed beside Jia Shu like a piece of ragged cloth.
