On the opposite side, Chen Qi forcefully dragged Old Village Chief, whose arm and leg were broken, and pushed him down onto the ground.
"Haha," Old Village Chief emitted a series of inhuman cries, his face contorted into a deep shade of purple, and his bulging eyes appeared on the verge of popping out of their sockets.
Hu Erhua's appearance mirrored his misery. As Lu Zheng ushered him out of the room with his hands tied behind his back, he yelled persistently, "What is your intention?"
"I strongly suggest you reconsider the tasks you've undertaken!" Qiao Mu advised with a cold demeanor.
"The organization supporting us is not one to be trifled with."
Qiao Mu gave him a disdainful glance and uttered coldly, "What organization? Are you referring to the Heavenly Fate?"
