In the walls, ceiling, and floor of the suppression room in Kangning Hospital, all wrapped up in thick layers of foam, Li Huowang, who was bound hand and foot, lay on the bed, locking eyes with Wu Cheng.
Having heard what Li Huowang had just said, Wu Cheng smiled, "You want to talk to the boss? Of course you can, but you have to agree first, or you won't see the boss."
A struggle appeared on Li Huowang's face, his expression filled with reluctance. At that moment, glancing at Yang Na on the tablet, he sighed helplessly.
"Fine! I agree! Let me talk to your boss on the phone! I won't settle for less in my own interest!"
Wu Cheng nodded approvingly, tapped on the tablet, and soon, a refined old man with white crew-cut hair and short stubble, dressed in a suit, appeared before Li Huowang.
He sat on a brown high-end sofa, wearing sunglasses that made it impossible for Li Huowang to tell if the man was looking at him.
