Everyone held their breath and subconsciously took half a step back.
In the deep night outdoors, the atmosphere turned eerie. It was only after the memory extraction was complete that Cheng Qing closed the iPad with a thud, gripping it tightly as if afraid it would be snatched away.
"It's just sick."
"These people, do they want to forcefully take over our country, to kill us all?"
"Isn't this exactly what imperialist Japan did?" a bodyguard shouted angrily.
Instantly, everyone's patriotism surged to its peak. They stood there, their gazes sharp as blades, aiming towards Leng Chunhong, wishing they could tear her to pieces right then.
But they couldn't do that yet.
"How should she be dealt with?" Huo Mianmo asked after a long while, pulling his gaze back to look coldly at Leng Chunhong struggling in pain on the ground.
Cheng Qing's hand was tightly clutching the iPad.
He just glanced at Leng Chunhong briefly and said in a low voice, "Just leave her here."
