Chương 569: 9.39 You Can Speak?

Did he have another choice? No.

Could he refuse? No.

Could he run away? 

As if sensing his thoughts, Zhao Bolin slowly slipped his hand into his coat pocket and took out a syringe, waving it in front of Lu Yizhou's face with a dramatic flair as though saying, "Remember this?"

Lu Yizhou's expression sank. It seemed like he had to instill into Zhao Bolin's mind that it would be so easy for Lu Yizhou to subdue him. If he really wanted to fight back, that thin needle could not even get close to him at all.