Inside Kangning Hospital, in a restraint room where the walls, ceiling, and floor were all covered in thick layers of foam, Li Huowang lay strapped to a bed, staring at Wu Cheng.
Having just heard what Li Huowang said, Wu Cheng smiled. "You want to talk to the boss? Of course you can, but you have to agree to our terms first. Otherwise, you won't get to see him."
Li Huowang's face contorted, his expression one of deep reluctance. Looking at Yang Na on the tablet, he let out a frustrated sigh.
"Fine! I agree! Let me talk to your boss! But my cut is not negotiable!"
Wu Cheng nodded approvingly and tapped on the tablet. Soon, a refined old man with a white buzzcut and a short beard, dressed in a suit, appeared before Li Huowang. He sat on a brown, luxury sofa, wearing a pair of sunglasses that made it impossible for Li Huowang to tell if the man was looking at him. An old man, yet he's after the Yangshou Pill... The logic behind that isn't hard to guess.
