Liu Zhenggang was truly desperate. He had no idea where he was or why he was there.
He did not even know how long he had been unconscious.
All he remembered was that, before passing out, he had withdrawn some money and treated himself to a good meal at a private restaurant he used to frequent. But the moment he stepped outside, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and then everything went blank.
When he woke up, he was in this sealed room.
The room was strange. The walls appeared to be glass, but a layer of metal was sandwiched inside them, giving them a rather substantial look.
The outer glass was very thick. As a former businessman, he needed only a rough estimate to realize that a room like this must have cost a fortune.
But that was not the point. Who had abducted him? And why?
He had been locked in here with no idea how much time had passed.
Fortunately, the room had a flush toilet. Otherwise, the whole place would probably have reeked by now—he really had eaten a little too much before passing out.
Now, however, he was so hungry that his vision was blurring, and he could barely walk without something to lean on.
He did not know who had abducted him. Were they planning to starve him to death? Surely not! Why go to all this trouble when they could have killed him on the spot?
But why had they not brought him anything to eat? That was fucking irresponsible!
He could not help it. He was genuinely starving. Although he still did not know who had captured him, his thoughts kept drifting back to food.
Suddenly, Liu Zhenggang saw the door ahead open. Caught completely off guard,