Royal Film and Television City, top-floor office.
Li Mingze crouched on the floor, holding his head in an extremely humiliating posture as he hid in the corner. Behind the luxurious office desk, Little Bei lounged comfortably in the boss's chair, his crossed legs propped on the desktop. He toyed with the gleaming Wolf Head Dagger in his left hand while holding a phone in his right, listening to the instructions coming through it.
Thirty minutes earlier, the owner of this number had sent him a text message telling him to come here and take control of Li Mingze.
Little Bei was an extremely cautious man. For someone in his line of work, living by the blade, it was an indispensable professional quality.
After receiving the text message, he had not wanted to come at first. But the sender had also mentioned something he could not refuse.
Something concerning the life and death of someone closest to Little Bei.
Back then, he had been forced to leave that organization. He had never stopped investigating the truth behind that matter over the years, yet he had never obtained any definite information.
But the owner of this text message—the intermediary Su Rui who had introduced him to Wan Hao—said he could help him uncover the full truth behind that incident!
This...
Little Bei leaned back in his chair, listening to the voice on the other end as he considered whether the matter was real.
Two seconds later.
Little Bei flicked his wrist and drove the Wolf Head Dagger straight into the desk. He crooked a finger at Li Mingze in the corner. "You, come here!"
Li Mingze swallowed, forcing out an awkward smile. "Brother, brother! What exactly do you want with me? You want money? There's some at the counter. If that's not