"I..." Madam Aisha's dignified face seemed to harbor some hesitation and awe. After hesitating for a while, with no way out and unable to find a potential ally, she could only speak, "I beg you to save Yiyi, that young girl, the one who danced with you the other night."
Ji Lingkong's whole body trembled, his pitch-black pupils rapidly expanding. He asked urgently, "What are you saying? What do you mean, what's happened to Jun Yiyi?"
"She was taken by the intelligence interrogation department. You know that place is hell on earth. Once inside, she will be tortured endlessly, worse than death. Those interrogators are demons. I can't find anyone else to save her, Young Master Ling Kong, can you save her?"
Madam Aisha's voice was filled with anxiety and worry, on the verge of tears.
