Whoosh!
The iron bench crashed firmly onto Zhao Kangming's head.
Zhao Kangming's body toppled to the side, but his hands were cuffed, pulling him back upright.
Bright red blood flowed from his head. Zhao Kangming, beaten to a stupor, shook his head incessantly, trying to clear his mind.
However, Gao Zongyuan didn't stop, relentlessly striking him with the iron bench.
Screams echoed in the room, while Lin Yi stood by, wordless.
At this point, Zhao Kangming was covered in blood and trembling uncontrollably.
Gao Zongyuan finally stopped, tossing the chair aside.
Zhao Kangming lay on the floor, curled up, his eyes filled with terror.
At this moment, regret was inevitable, but it was too late to turn back.
"Who the hell sent you!" Gao Zongyuan cursed, pointing at Zhao Kangming's nose.
"I-I don't know who he is…" Zhao Kangming said weakly:
"He offered me twenty million to get close to Lin Bro, to report his whereabouts…"
"What does he look like."
