n an abandoned building, a young figure sat on a chair.And around him, there were also several burly men.Not far in front of him, Qin Dayong was dying, covered in blood. His hands and feet were bound,...led their guns and aimed them all at Yang Chen's head.However, the phone rang for only a few seconds before it stopped.Only to see Yang Chen's mouth twitch slightly, drawing a playful arc. A powerful...