In the dark cell, Chu Ge put on his gloves and patted Li Zheming's face.
"Li Zheming, I suggest you stop wasting your energy. Struggling will only make your wrists and ankles hurt more and make you more stressed. As you can see, the situation is very bad for you, isn't it?"
Chu Ge spoke lazily, standing directly in front of Li Zheming with a playful smile, and removed the rag from his mouth.
The face that was so close was blurry, but to Li Zheming, it was like a demon from the depths of hell, sending a chill from the top of his head to his heels.
"How are you here? What do you want?"
"Heh heh... Now is indeed Q&A time. However, it seems you've got something wrong; the one asking should be me."
