Suleyman was already half-dead, but he was, after all, still alive.
The arm around his neck was like a pair of iron pincers that he couldn't pry open no matter what he did. Moreover, any attempt to struggle only made the iron grip tighten, nearly choking him. When he was forced to stop struggling, the grip would loosen slightly.
So Suleyman had no choice but to stagger along as Gao Yi dragged him for about a hundred meters.
To anyone watching, Suleyman truly resembled a dog.
Sean's car finally arrived.
Gao Yi felt at ease, and Suleyman could be relieved too.
"I'm sorry..."
Sean was sincerely apologizing, but Gao Yi interrupted urgently, "The man's here, no problems, right?"
Sean's eyes widened in astonishment, "Why did you bring him here?"
"You really think I'd believe that I killed the man inside the restaurant? There wasn't time to take a video as proof, so I had to bring him out for you to see."