Not long after, Ling Chen arrived at He Ziyun's room, gently knocked on the door, and called out, "Mr. He, it's time to go."
"Come in first." Hearing He Ziyun's voice from inside, Ling Chen immediately pushed the door open and went in. However, as soon as he entered, he was stunned by the scene before him. In the spacious room, He Ziyun was sitting on a chair, and behind him stood a stranger. That man held a dagger to He Ziyun's neck, coldly staring at Ling Chen.
"Who are you?" After a momentary daze, Ling Chen quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "Let Mr. He go."
The man shook his head and said, "I can let him go, but not now. Ling Chen, if you don't want him dead, you'd better cooperate with me."
"What do you want?"
"Aren't you going to the venue? Take me in with you."
