"Want to know where our headquarters is?" the other party said coldly, his face so gloomy it seemed about to drip with water, his eyes filled with anger, disdainfully looking at Luo Zheng, "Fine, help me up first." As he spoke, he struggled to crawl onto the bed, propping himself up with his shattered palm against the bed edge, immediately staining the white sheets red with blood and grimacing in pain.
Luo Zheng felt that something was off with the other person, but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong at the moment. As long as the other party was willing to talk, helping him up was not out of the question. He reached out to assist the other person up. The man leaned forward and Luo Zheng stepped back, exerting strength in his hands to stabilize the man, who then took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed and looked at Luo Zheng with a cold laugh.