Zhao Qianqian tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Luoluo."
"Don't rush..." Luo Ye continued the interrogation, "Is there an antidote for this serum?"
"I don't know." The man with swollen eyelids shook his head.
Luo Ye swiftly removed the silver needle from the man with triangular eyes and kicked him a few times to keep him from convulsing too much to speak.
"Speak up, say it, I can make you feel better than you do now." Luo Ye stared straight at him, "Don't hold on to wishful thinking.
Our support team should have arrived by now, it doesn't matter how many of the five are yours, this time, there's no escape.
Whether it's the Zhenzhong Group, Zan Wenxing, or the people behind Zan Wenxing, this time, no one can slip through, and you, don't count on anyone to save you.
The only one who can save you is yourself. I can make you unable to stand, but I can also make you stand. I can make you convulse until you can't live, but I can also stop your convulsions immediately.
