Bringing the black box inside, Lin Yi locked the door again.
Upon opening the box, there were over twenty bottles of contraband, along with a few syringes—a common tactic for Lin Yi that had never failed him over the years.
"I won't bother using my brain with you guys, let's just let this thing do the talking."
Saying that, Lin Yi drew the contraband into the syringe, the two men's eyes widened, bodies struggling, but Zhang Chaoyue and Xiao Bing didn't give them the chance.
After everything was ready, Lin Yi aimed the syringe at the Yan Country man and injected it into his vein.
The man's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling violently.
He knew very well that once the drug took effect, it would be beyond his endurance.
"Don't worry, there are 24 doses here in total, 12 doses each. You've just been given 3 doses, so there are 9 left."
Lin Yi spoke while handling the syringe, like an emotionless machine.
"You demon, you'll go to hell after you die!"
Bang!
