Faced with Feng Qi's threat, Yin Ling's expression suddenly changed.
Killing intent was impossible to hide in her gaze as she looked at Feng Qi.
But when her eyes shifted to her younger brother, whose neck Feng Qi was gripping as he struggled desperately yet was utterly unable to break free from the restraint of that right hand, Yin Ling sighed inwardly.
Just as Feng Qi had said, the initiative in these negotiations was not in her hands at all.
Not only had their entire plan been exposed, but their strength was also completely inferior to that of the mysterious man before them.
She had no other choice.
Though fighting to the bitter end was also an option, what meaning would such a choice have? It would be better to submit for now, learn the truth behind all this, and discover what the mysterious man before her wanted to achieve.
With that thought, Yin Ling reached for the Memory Liquid on the desk, removed the protective cap from the needle, and inserted it into her neck.
The liquid was rapidly injected into Yin Ling's veins as the plunger advanced.
The icy liquid made Yin Ling shudder.
Then she saw countless overlapping images appear before her eyes, as though one image had been layered over another. The blurry, indistinct scenes brought with them an intense sense of vertigo.
Yin Ling instinctively took a step back and sat down in the chair.
Her eyes slowly shut, and the overlapping images immediately vanished. The blurred scenes before her gradually became clear.
This memory came from an edited segment of Feng Qi's memories.
To Yin Ling, experiencing this memory was like watching a movie, except the immersion was countless times stronger than any film.
The memory scenes kept flashing until they finally connected into