"Get up, sit." Zhang Yang stunned. He walked to the seat in front of Bei Ming Jun's desk and sat down. Then, he gestured for Bei Ming Jun to sit up and sit on the stool in front of him.
"Okay." Bei Ming Jun used both his hands and feet to climb up. The floor was still wet and his pants were also wet. The air was still filled with the stench of blood. Bei Ming Jun was very embarrassed and felt a little embarrassed. However, he could only endure it now.
"Let's talk about the current situation, Director Bei." Zhang Yang's foot was propped on the sandalwood desk. He was lying on the swivel chair, one hand supporting his head, the other pointing a gun at Bei Mingjun. He asked as if he was interrogating him.
"It's hard to describe what the situation is like now." Bei Mingjun stammered. Now th
