Yang Fei was tightly strapped to an iron chair welded to the ground, his hands and feet completely devoid of the ability to struggle.
He had been restrained this way for several days and nights, with countless words shouted from his mouth, yet no one had given him any answers.
He didn't know where he was, or who had captured him alive.
Thinking of the genes injected into his body, he felt uneasy and apprehensive.
If he couldn't leave smoothly, what awaited him would soon be the base's death sentence upon him!
So he was anxiously waiting for the master behind his capture.
Today, that door finally opened as he had hoped.
Against the light, a dark, slender figure stepped in, followed by a group of men in suits and leather shoes.
Seeing the person before him, Yang Fei's pupils slightly contracted, "It's you."
Qi Si stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.
"I should have thought of it, only you have an unusual relationship with Shen Yan..."
