"It's all your fault!" Chen Siyan's pretty face was flushed red, she glared at Jianfeng, adjusted her attire, and said to Jianfeng who was foolishly chuckling, "Hurry up and get them back, ask what's going on!"
"Oh, oh!" Jianfeng scratched his head and turned around to find someone.
Chen Siyan glanced at Jianfeng bashfully, lowered her head to sort out her emotions, thinking about how to face the secretary when they came in later.
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Afternoon.
Yang Chen arrived at the abandoned factory, which was Dongzi and his group's temporary base.
He saw the people held there, each showing fear on their faces, gaunt and with a look of terror in their eyes.
Evidently, they had been tortured quite a bit during this period.
No choice, when you choose work with high returns and high risks, you must bear the consequences.
"How about the interrogation? Anything useful?" Yang Chen asked.
