In the Dragon Group's prison cell, Zhou Yuan lay on the ground, wounded all over. The cell was damp and stiflingly hot, which made his wounds all the more unbearable.
Just then, Lin Chen walked in with a grin on his face.
Seeing Lin Chen, Zhou Yuan's expression turned exceedingly ugly—it was this bastard's fault that he ended up like this.
Lin Chen laughed, "Old Zhou, I actually admire you quite a bit. To endure such severe torture and still hold on."
Zhou Yuan snorted coldly, lowered his head, and remained silent.
Lin Chen continued, "However, you are so loyal to the Zhou family, but the Zhou family might not feel the same about you."
Zhou Yuan raised his head and snorted coldly, "You don't need to sow discord between me and the Zhou family. I have been with the Zhou family for over a decade; I know Mr. Zhou's character well. You're wasting your effort, I won't say anything."
