He clenched his teeth and managed to get the words out, "Take her, capture her for me..."
"A thesis paper, three hundred million dollars," Ying Zijin lifted him up and pinned him against the wall, "Money seems easy to earn, easier than I can earn."
The president shuddered, "I warn you, this is the International Physics Center, don't make trouble, or you'll never be able to get along in the physics community ever again!"
He had seen a photo of Ying Zijin before.
The only one who could come to rescue Zuo Li was Ying Zijin.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ying Zijin twisted his wrist expressionlessly.
Another scream tore through the air, and the president almost passed out from the pain.
Ying Zijin squatted down, grabbed his shoulders, squeezed hard, and slowly ground the bones, her tone indifferent, "Do you think I care about that?"
The president was utterly terrified, his screams unceasing.
