"If there's anything to discuss, say it later."
Mo Nanjue didn't look back, carrying Tong Ran as he strode inside.
Chen An glanced over and had no choice but to turn around and head back to the helicopter.
The brawny men were carrying Luo Xiao down, and Chen An, feeling frustrated with nowhere to vent, grabbed Luo Xiao by the collar, "Don't you have hands and feet?! Can't walk?!"
Luo Xiao's eyes were covered in tape, rendering him blind, as Chen An dragged him towards the room by his collar. The brawny men looked over, "Young Master An..."
"Bring a leather whip!" Chen An slammed the door shut, his voice echoing from behind it, "And get some pepper spray."
"Yes, Young Master An."
The two brawny men exchanged a glance; ugh, is this the twisted hobby of the wealthy?
They didn't dare delay and quickly brought the items over.
"Young Master An, about those two people..."
