So the only thing he needs to do now is to keep going.
"Squeak~"
The old iron door was pushed open from outside, and the burly man walked in, holding half a bottle of water.
He came over, grabbed Qi Yun's hair, and poured water into his mouth.
Qi Yun didn't resist, greedily swallowing until the half bottle was empty, at which point the burly man suddenly let go.
"I advise you to hand over the stuff, or you'll die here with no one even to collect your body." The burly man kicked the iron chair, a cold smile creeping up his face.
Qi Yun coughed twice, lowered his head, and panted, not even glancing at the man, completely ignoring him.
The burly man cursed angrily, raising his fist as if to strike, but Qi Yun remained unperturbed, not even blinking.
At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, followed by the iron door opening, and Secretary Ji walked in alone.
His gaze swept over Qi Yun's wretched state, a flash of viciousness in his eyes fleeting.
