It's dangerous to be a cheap laborer in Myanmar, and it seems being an official isn't any better.
The office went quiet.
Only the sound of retching could be heard.
The official must have learned his lesson thoroughly, not daring to speak back, or perhaps he was too busy coughing up blood to speak at the moment.
"Name."
After a pause, giving him a brief time to recover, Wei Yi spoke again.
Beside him, Bao Can was watching intently, his gaze sinister.
"Cheng Xiangrong."
Of course, the other party wasn't stupid; he wouldn't give him a chance to continue making excuses. Even with blood in his mouth, the official on the ground still answered as clearly and timely as possible.
Civilization and the rule of law don't fit everywhere.
"What is your relationship with Green Path Trading Company?"
Wei Yi continued to ask, expressionless, indifferent to the man's miserable state.
"What Green Path?"
Finally willing to cooperate, but somewhat reluctantly.
