With a medical kit in hand, the Dragon Group member entered the room where Zhai Zhijie was held. Shen Qiang, with a serene smile on his face, was watching the lovely Wenren Meiqiao while gentlemanly wiping the blood off his hands with a towel.
"You went a bit too far," Wenren Meiqiao said.
Shen Qiang smiled, closed the office door with True Yuan, and said, "Relax, it's all superficial wounds, Zhai Zhijie won't die. This is the quickest method, isn't it? From meeting to him providing the key information, it took less than a minute. Not only that, but he's now as obedient as a bunny, promising to answer whatever we ask."
"This is breaking the rules!" Wenren Meiqiao frowned.
Shen Qiang chuckled, "That's why I did it myself, so you wouldn't have to be troubled by it."
"Shen Qiang, that's not what I meant," Wenren Meiqiao replied.
