Qin An stared at Kong Zhang's back, a cold smile appearing on his face.
Politeness might work on other people, but for someone like Kong Zhang, it was completely useless.
With people like this, only if you are more forceful than they are will they yield.
The weaker you are, the stronger he becomes.
For example, right now, Qin An was taking a strong stance and forcibly demanding the Yellow Sand Bead, and Kong Zhang instead had no way out and could only choose to submit.
The two left the first floor and, before long, arrived at the topmost level of the tall building.
The top floor was empty; when footsteps echoed here, the sound could spread very far.
Kong Zhang had been silent the whole way, his fists clenched tightly.
Only when they reached the top floor did he walk to the innermost room and raise his hand to press against the wall.
The wall was incomparably smooth, like a mirror.
