Huangfu Zheng walked steadily down the stairs, his boots echoing loudly through the stairwell.
He stopped in front of a room's door.
"Boss, the person is inside," Xiaoliu's voice was unusually deep. His typically carefree demeanor had completely given way to somberness.
Huangfu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and after the door opened, he stepped inside.
His calm and profound gaze swept over the room, then settled on the person sitting in the chair.
A cold smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he said icily, "Red Scorpion—" Just those two words seemed to chill to the bone.
As Red Scorpion raised his head and saw Huangfu Zheng, he managed a smile and said, "Huangfu Zheng, I never expected to fall into your hands. What, you want to detain me here privately?"
He had truly not anticipated falling into Huangfu Zheng's clutches; indeed, even a sick tiger should never be underestimated as a mere cat.
He couldn't even remember how he had ended up in his grasp.
