Therefore, no matter where he was, capturing someone was as easy as flipping his hand.
Soon, Tang Sheng was bound and brought before Jun Mochan.
His face was covered, and he was stuffed into a sack.
Jun Mochan signaled to take him out; his people dumped him from the bag and then pulled out the cloths from his eyes and mouth.
The room had only one chair, no windows, and no other light source except for the dim light from a bulb overhead.
Someone was sitting on the chair, and the only light was shining on him, but he couldn't see his face clearly.
His whole being merged into the light, emitting a glow from everywhere but his face.
The strong light hurt Tang Sheng's eyes, forcing him to close them.
"I summoned you to ask you something." Jun Mochan's voice was cold. As soon as he began to speak, a mountainous pressure rushed towards Tang Sheng.
It was a pressure distinct to someone of a high position.
Tang Sheng didn't speak; he knew the other party would continue.
