"You've been drugged?" Ye Jiuliang took back his phone, his voice steady and calm, his tone certain.
"With the way you are now, if the blood on your hands doesn't stop soon, you'll lose too much blood. By the time your people get here, you'll probably only be carried out."
Mo Yuan fell silent, the bright red blood incessantly seeping through his fingers.
If it hadn't been for the secret attack, the drugging, he wouldn't be so controlled by others like he was now.
However, the fact that this young man could easily discern that he had been drugged suggested that he was not as simple as he appeared.
At the very least, the impressive skill of the young man, as well as his courage in the face of danger, was enough to earn Mo Yuan's regard.
"Add one more condition," Ye Jiuliang said, leaning against the railing, speaking in a casual manner, "I'll help you."
