Back inside the house, Zhu Hong was carried by several people and placed on a sofa. A gray-haired man in a suit stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhu, I want to know what you told the police. Did you disclose anything about Mr. Ling?"
Zhu Hong glanced at him and said, "Do you think I would betray Mr. Ling? I'm a sensible person. Mr. Ling is my savior; I would never do anything to betray him. Besides, only by doing so do I have the value to continue living, don't I?"
The man stared into Zhu Hong's eyes, nodded, and said, "Very well, that's what I hoped to see. Now that you've escaped from police custody, you'll continue to handle things here, and I need to report back to the boss."
"Wait!" Zhu Hong, lying on the sofa, sat up and looked at him. "Take me with you to see Mr. Ling."
"Why do you want to see the boss? The boss isn't in good health. You can tell me, and I'll relay the message."
