Yanhuang Survivor Base.
Inside the former Haigang plant director's office.
Eric Mok was dumped on the floor, tightly bound, with his knee injuries only crudely treated. He looked utterly miserable.
Snow Feng stood to the side. Though she wasn't tied up, her acupoints were sealed, leaving her body rigid and unmoving.
As for Ian Song, he sat in the boss's chair, leisurely sipping hot tea from a cup.
After a while, Ian set down his teacup, looked at the two, and asked, "Go ahead, who are you people?"
"Your kind isn't qualified to know our origins. If you know what's good for you, release us right now and beg for forgiveness, or you'll die with no place to be buried!" Eric Mok glared fiercely at Ian Song. He swore that if he escaped and made it back to the Myriad Beasts Order, he'd bring people to wipe out the entire base—especially Ian, whom he'd torture for seven days and nights before killing.
Whoosh!
Smack!
A teacup flew out, hit Eric Mok squarely on the head, and shattered. Most of the hot tea splashed all over Eric's head.
"Bastard, how dare you treat me like this? I'll kill you!"
The force of the teacup wasn't much, but it left Eric feeling deeply humiliated.
Hearing Eric's shouting, Ian just laughed and said, "I don't even know how to describe you. Your life is still in my hands, yet you dare insult and threaten me. Should I call you stupid, or just reckless?"
Eric's expression froze, but he tried to sound fierce: "If you dare kill me, my sect will never let you off!"
"Oh, your sect is that powerful? Tell me about it!" Ian said with disdain.
"Hmph, listen up! My sect is...!"
"Senior brother, don't reveal anything about our sect!" Snow Feng suddenly interrupted Eric.
Thanks to Snow's reminder, Eric realized Ian was trying to trick him into revealing sect information.
Ian's gaze fell on Snow. "You're pretty smart, but you're still my prisoner. Since you interrupted your senior brother, you can answer for him!"
"Hmph, don't even think about it!" Snow snorted coldly.