Fang Qingyu paused slightly upon hearing Jiang Wei's words.
However, he didn't immediately enter the shadowy passage.
Instead, his gaze turned toward the young man slumped in a folding chair nearby.
The young man's face was ashen at the moment, his eyes vacant, his body trembling uncontrollably from the extreme fear, and a wet patch spread in his crotch, emitting an unpleasant smell.
Over a dozen expertly trained Tier Two guards were dispatched instantly like felled wheat.
This sight utterly crushed his every ounce of arrogance.
Fang Qingyu reached him, his expression chillingly calm.
He extended his hand, with an eerie tenderness, to straighten the dusty and sweat-stained collar of the young man's expensive suit, smoothing the wrinkles bit by bit.
Then.
Fang Qingyu's fingers clamped onto the young man's shoulder like iron pincers.
He lifted him from the chair, forcing him to stand straight.
"Obey obediently."
