"You're in agony!"
Fern placed the gun on the table. He leaned forward, resting both arms on his thighs as he looked at him, as though he were... preparing to write an elementary school science observation journal.
He looked at Mr. Lin Qi, at his face, at the changes in his expression, at the muscles in his face twitching and contorting uncontrollably from fear.
Mr. Lin Qi looked at the boy who had been shot. That was his grandson. He wanted to go over, but both his legs and arms were tied up, so he could only inch toward the boy bit by bit.
The floor was very smooth, so it did not cause him the frictional pain—the pain mainly came from his lower body.
Though the distance was only a few meters, it seemed as far away as the horizon! "No!"
"Someone, please save him!"
He began to panic and regret his actions, trying to beg for mercy.
But it was all meaningless.
When the military contacted him and said that they would remember his friendship, he had made a very foolish decision.
Actually, it could not exactly be called foolish.
As a mid-to-high-ranking official in a law enforcement agency, he did not believe there was anyone who could force the Federal Bureau of Investigation to submit.
Yes, the Federation did have some... people who were not to be trifled with, but so what? Was the Duncan Family powerful? Very powerful! The Shadow Emperor!
But what had happened to them?
They had almost all died out. The remaining members of the Duncan Family still died one or two at a time because of various accidents.
Everyone knew that this was a warning—a warning from the Federal Government to these interest groups.
Even the Duncan Family had fallen. Why wouldn't