Liu Xuan's office location.
Yang Cheng dragged Wu Yong inside and threw him to the ground, speaking coldly, "Speak up."
"Speak about what?"
Wu Yong's body trembled slightly, yet his mouth remained stubbornly shut.
"Who sent you to spy on the factory?"
Yang Cheng approached Wu Yong with a menacing look on his face.
"I don't understand what you're talking about; I was just a security guard at the factory for a few days."
Wu Yong hung his head low, not daring to meet Yang Cheng's gaze.
Seeing Yang Cheng's displeased face, Liu Xuan made a signal to his men, and a few strong men rushed up and pinned Wu Yong to the ground.
Yang Cheng casually picked up a dagger, sizing it up against his fingers, "I'll ask you one last time, who sent you? If you don't talk, I'll chop off one of your hands, still won't talk, and I'll chop off the other, then…"
