Yin Xiaofan's mouth twitched slightly. The middle-aged man was truly cruel. He was merely trying to force Yin Xiaofan into submission.
"I think there's a fourth option, which is that I leave this place," said Yin Xiaofan calmly.
"Leave. You think you can just walk out? Don't forget where it is," the middle-aged man scoffed coldly. "This is the Jingwei headquarters. In fact, if you think you can come and go as you please, it's too naive; you underestimate the power of the Jingwei."
"I think I can leave," Yin Xiaofan suddenly said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Young man, you're so confident," laughed the middle-aged man. "I don't know where your confidence comes from. Maybe I should say you're ignorant. It seems you haven't suffered enough, and you also don't know what the worst could be."
"To become an unqualified monk, I guess I'll have to spell it out," Yin Xiaofan said with a bitter smile.
