Wu Xiong's words left Qin An deeply anxious. Wu Xiong was now their only liaison within the Dragon Group, so he couldn't let Wu Xiong die.
Watching Hong Ling take away the coffee, Wu Xiong's eyes narrowed slightly.
Wu Xiong wasn't foolish; from Qin An's actions, he could tell there was definitely something wrong with that cup of coffee. If not for his remaining value, the others might have found a way to make him drink it.
Shortly afterward, Hong Ling returned with a steaming cup of coffee. Qin An smiled and said, "Brother Wu, can you delay your departure for a few days and help us out?"
"No way, I don't want to stay in this hellhole for even a day longer. Old An, you shouldn't go back on your word!" Wu Xiong replied, clearly displeased.
Of course, he was pretending. In truth, Wu Xiong was delighted the others continued to use him, for as long as they did, he'd have the opportunity to gather more intelligence.
