"Boss, this guy has a stubborn temperament. We've tried a lot of methods, but he stubbornly refuses to say anything useful. All the information we currently have was gathered by ourselves."
Walking through the corridor of the building, Spice Ginger pulled out a file from his pocket and handed it to Hao Jian, talking as he led the way.
"Heh, no matter what kind of character he is, once he's in my hands, Hao Jian's hands, he'll spill all the beans! Hitting my brother isn't something that can be brushed off so easily!"
After glancing at Zhou Xia's file, Hao Jian sneered coldly. His palm trembled slightly, and the few pages of the file in his hand fragmented into countless scraps under the force of his Qi Force, scattering with the breeze out the window, disappearing into the distance.
"We're here."
