Yanhuang colony.

In the director's Office of Yuanhai Steel Works.

Moyu was tied up and thrown on the ground. The injuries on both knees were simply handled and looked extremely awkward.

The snowstorm stood aside, though not tied up, but it was blocked and stood stiff.

As for Song Yan, he sat in his boss's chair and slowly drank hot tea with a cup in his hand.

Half a while later, Song Yan put down his teacup and looked at them and asked, "Say, who are you?"

"If you don't know our origins, let us go and kowtow to apologize, or you'll die without a place to bury!" Moyu stared...