"Hoo... Kill me."
Pinned to the ground by Zhou Li's knee, Wei Wuzhong issued a trembling plea, "Zhou Li, I'm not like you, I can't... I can't talk, let me die to protect my family."
"And then what?"
Zhou Li suddenly let go of Wei Wuzhong, looking at him with disappointment and said, "You think I can't guess who's behind you? Or do you think that the person behind you will believe your loyalty?"
"Old Wei, don't be too confident. The Demon Management Bureau was established because of me. Do you think I wouldn't know about the twists and turns behind it?"
Upon hearing Zhou Li's words, a strange expression suddenly appeared in Wei Wuzhong's eyes.
"Seeing as we were classmates, I'll give you a hand."