Golden light bloomed in Meng Jin's hand. Wang Jixuan had thought he was about to strike Li Weiqi down directly.
Unexpectedly... he was treating him.
And if Wang Jixuan's senses were correct, the golden light Meng Jin was releasing seemed to suppress demonic energy.
A newly developed Psionic Energy Circuit from the Spiritual Practitioners?
Daoist Wang found this somewhat surprising. After all, he had constantly heard Number Five complain about how those three old fossils were stuck in their ways and put on airs. Who would have thought they had research capabilities too?
Look above.
The golden light blooming from Meng Jin's palm shone into Li Weiqi's body. Li Weiqi's injuries seemed to ease somewhat, and he woke from his coma.
Li Weiqi shook his head and slowly raised it to look ahead.
In an instant, the ruthlessness and sharp glint in Li Weiqi's eyes faded, turning into helplessness and despair.
He gave a bitter smile and said in a trembling voice, "Have they sent another big shot to torture me...?"
"My time is limited."
Meng Jin clasped his hands behind his back and said slowly:
"I know roughly everything about you. Angel asked me to come here, and I think you know as well that you have no way out.
"Make this easy and tell me where the intelligence went. Then I can let you die quickly.
"You do know what the original Judgment Group did, don't you?"
Li Weiqi's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to speak, but hesitated.
He saw amusement in Meng Jin's eyes.
Meng Jin seemed to take pleasure in exposing his lies.
Li Weiqi asked quietly, "Weren't you already crippled by Black Storm?"
The smile at Meng Jin's lips grew even wider. "Trying to provoke me? You're too young, Li Weiqi."
With that, Meng Jin