When I heard the news, my heart moved slightly, seemingly germinating a little idea, but very vague, temporarily can not think of a rough.

Li Yiming was then locked in a steel-welded chair by handcuffs, tightly bound, leaving only his head to rotate.

At this time, he looked at me coldly, or that high-ranking look, thinking that he was the boss, very arrogant way: "Boy, let me go now, when I get up again, I will give you a generous return."

I'm a little speechless, and now I'm in prison. I'm still thinking about a comeback. Should he be too optimistic or not understand the current situation?

"Old fellow, don't...