Bi Xia walked into the monitoring room and casually approached the computers. Four computers displayed footage from various locations. One of the computers was split into two screens, showing Old Mrs. Bi and Bi Qingzhi's family.
At that moment, Bi Qingzhi was lying in a dark cell, groaning in pain, looking as if he had just gone through a wrestling match. On the other screen, Old Mrs. Bi huddled honestly in the corner, staring at her suffering son, too scared to even approach him.
Chu Wu walked up to Bi Xia, "I just took Bi Qingzhi for a wrestling match. Tsk, what a shame, it was a one-sided match."
Bi Xia snorted lightly, crossing his arms, and admired the expressions of Bi Qingzhi and Old Mrs. Bi. "It seems you told the old woman that if she said another word, you'd take Bi Qingzhi for another wrestling match."
"Tsk," Chu Wu curled his lips in appreciation, looking at Bi Xia, "No wonder you're our Little Nine, always so smart."
