"Fang Jing has gone mad."
After a chaotic, sleepless night, this was the first thing Jiang Jiamian heard from Ling Zhuang the moment he woke up.
"Crazy!?" Jiang Jiamian shot upright. "Is he really that weak? You're telling me he broke just like that? Did you do something to him?"
He hadn't forgotten how Ling Zhuang had hypnotized Fang Jing's nephew, Fang Geng, and turned him mentally unstable on the spot.
So this time, hearing that Fang Jing had suddenly gone insane, Jiang Jiamian's first reaction was that Ling Zhuang had quietly handled him overnight using the same method.
Unexpectedly, Ling Zhuang shook his head with a straight face. "I didn't touch him. And he's not fully insane, sometimes he's delirious, crying and begging, and sometimes he becomes briefly lucid. The entire base is in chaos. With Fang Jing losing it, several powerful figures are eyeing his position."
Jiang Jiamian blinked. "So what you're saying is…"
