Bo Jinke narrowed his eyes, a low laugh rumbling in his throat as his thin lips curled into a mocking arc.
"If you were truly so confident in your victory, you wouldn’t be wasting your time on me."
Bo Jinke spoke each word with deliberate clarity. He raised his arms to shift his wrists, which were chafed by iron chains. His movements were elegant and leisurely, betraying not a hint of fear or tension. In fact, the aura radiating from him suggested not a prisoner in a losing position, but the mastermind directing the entire game.
Chapter 240