C196 Cultivated Evil Art

Lin Yaoyang closed the distance with two strides for every three, quickly approaching the figure gripped in Director Zhao's hand.

The man's face was so swollen it barely resembled anything human, with saliva dripping from his mouth, tinged with the faintest hint of blood—a clear sign that Director Zhao's slaps had drawn more than just tears.

Yet, despite his disfigured appearance