Wenger looked just as grim. He poured himself a cup of tea, then dropped heavily onto a stool!
He tossed the folder in his hand in front of Yang Jian!
"Take a look. I called in a favor from a friend in the Gamma Race. He has a friend at First Light of the Bose Race, and this is what he managed to get from there!"
"Ah... South God's been through hell this time!"
Yang Jian swallowed and opened the folder. The moment he saw the first page, his head started to ring!
He sank onto the stool, his face deathly pale!
Inside the folder were all kinds of photographs!
The photos showed a dilapidated torture chamber. The walls and floor were drenched in crimson blood!
Jiang Nan, covered in wounds and soaked in blood, lay on the floor, coughing it up. His eyes seemed to have lost all their light!
He was utterly exhausted, with no strength left to stand. His hair had even been shaved down to a black buzz cut!
Blood smeared across his face, making his expression almost impossible to see!
There were many photos, all part of the assignments Jiu Lan had turned in over the past few days!
The injuries in each photo were different. Clearly, they hadn't all been inflicted in one day!
There was even a photo of Jiu Lan crouching beside the gravely wounded Jiang Nan, flashing a V sign over her shoulder with a triumphant smile!
Jiang Nan's blood was even smeared across her fists!
Yang Jian's eyes instantly reddened, and his hands trembled as he flipped through the photos!
"Fuck!"
With a crash, Yang Jian slammed his fist down on the table. His extraordinary aura surged around him like a volcano ready to erupt!
Wenger sighed. "That woman's name