When Elvin regained consciousness, he found himself handcuffed and tightly bound to a chair.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn't muster any strength. Instead, the metal handcuffs chafed his wrists and ankles, causing sharp pain with every movement.
He lifted his head and looked around, only to find himself in his own basement. The incandescent light above cast a glaring brightness, illuminating the entire room.
Under the light, a young Asian man slowly approached, his face gradually becoming clear. Elvin's heart sank— it was that guy named Victor.
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's face clearly, Elvin stopped struggling. He knew he had fallen into the other party's control.
He wanted to speak, to explain or argue, but his mouth was tightly sealed with thick tape, allowing only muffled whimpers to escape.
Behind Zhou Qingfeng stood the tall and imposing Kongges, his face dark, fists clenched, eyes sharp as blades, glaring at Elvin with a palpable hatred.
