Anesthetic.
What else does Tong Yao not understand?
When she was cut with a dagger, someone injected anesthetic into her back, a strong anesthetic, she couldn't resist at all.
In the last second before she closed her eyes, Tong Yao saw the face of Tan Jincheng.
On his face, there was still no expression.
His arm was bleeding, but he didn't care at all.
His gaze was cold as he looked at her, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
Indeed, he had said it long ago, if she hurt his wife and child, he wouldn't have any pity for her. Absolutely no pity.
She guessed that he probably wanted to kill her, but the authorities wouldn't allow it, so they switched to using an anesthetic needle...
Tong Yao closed her eyes.
Immediately, several people came up and tightly bound Tong Yao, ensuring that she couldn't escape in any way.
At this moment, a man in a suit walked in and nodded to Tan Jincheng, "Thank you, Young Master Tan, for cooperating."
