Mo Ang dragged Qiu Shan over. At this moment, Qiu Shan's face was almost devoid of blood, his body covered in wounds, his whole form so emaciated he was practically skin and bones.
His two eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was obviously sluggish.
He didn't even blink when he saw Mo Ang.
Mo Ang dragged his body, yanking his collar forcefully.
He punched Qiu Shan in the chest, a heavy punch that felt like hitting a sandbag, causing Qiu Shan's whole body to tremble.
But he finally showed a painful reaction, the dull eyes finally reflecting some response.
Mo Ang seemed to have obtained a trophy, completely disregarding Qiu Shan as a human, dragging him forward by his collar. "Thanks to Mr. Amu."
Amu's glasses-covered eyes shone with cunning and a thirst for military secrets, "Where's the stuff I want?"
Mo Ang tossed a USB drive into the air. "Here you go!"
After speaking, he pulled Qiu Shan and walked out.
"Kill!" Amu suddenly shouted.
