Anu and Biya didn't share memories, so Anu had no idea what Biya had been doing recently.
She still hadn't investigated the last warehouse at the base.
So, she couldn't completely rule him out as a suspect.
Sang Luo swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Seeing her fall silent, the man's expression grew even more grim and icy, as if he'd accepted her identity as a spy. It was impossible to tell if his voice was laced with anger or sarcasm as he said, "You've really got some nerve!"
"What? Going to lock me up again? Or do you want to kill me?" Sang Luo, on the contrary, was no longer afraid, looking at him defiantly.
Biya slowly released his grip and scoffed. "He'll just let you go again next time anyway. I can't be bothered to waste my efforts... As for your little life—guards! Take her away. I will interrogate her personally."
Sang Luo was thrown into a dungeon.
Just then, another person came to report.
