In the quiet chamber of the inner prison, Lord Jin Zhu crushed the wine cup in his hand, letting the shards of blue and white glaze pierce his palm, drawing blood.
He slowly unclenched his fist, allowing porcelain fragments mixed with fresh blood to fall onto the table, "Dr. Chen, the Spy Department has never been a benevolent place. When outsiders call us arrogant and domineering, cruel, and vicious, I never argue because that's what we are. Whether it's me or Yun Yang and Jiao Tu, we must first climb over the corpses of our colleagues before we can step on others' bones for vengeance."
Lord Jin Zhu took a white cloth from the Eight Immortals table to wipe the blood from his hand, speaking methodically, "So whether you resent or hate me, you can only speak when you have reached my position. Don't worry, I won't block your promotion, as long as you can help me annihilate the Liu Family, our promise will always hold."
Chen Ji earnestly said, "Lord Jin Zhu, I can understand you."
