In a detention room of the Dragon Group's Beijing branch, Zong Zijin, trying to mask his internal unease with an arrogant demeanor, proudly eyed the Dragon Group officer who was on the phone. He then opened the food box in front of him, looking at the four vegetables, a pot of braised chicken, along with rice. He raised an eyebrow arrogantly: "So stingy, to only give me this. Whatever, I'll make do."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks.
The Dragon Group officer, having just ended the call, snatched away the food in front of him, looking at him coldly.
"Oh, our young master Zong is disappointed. The fifty doses of Spirit Hidden Suhe Fragrance you mentioned don't exist. Your master was only willing to give us three Shattering Star Pills, so don't make it hard on yourself with such a stingy breakfast. We'll eat it for you instead."
Saying this, the Dragon Group officer directly took away the food in front of Zong Zijin.
