Miss Zhou wanted to kill someone, "..." His eyes were ablaze with fury, "I know!"
Know?
Su Lihua gave him a cold look: Know my ass.
During that year's lab explosion, he brought Zhou Xufang ahead in an escape, with this directionally-challenged fool chasing after them, only to get lost halfway and ended up trapping himself in a dead end.
Twenty-six years old, and still can't tell left from right.
When he was seven, Old Master Zhi hired a teacher to teach him firearm assembly, only to discover he couldn't distinguish between left and right, suggesting the child might have intelligence issues.
A seven-year-old kid shot the teacher's ear off with a gun.
Teaching a child to use a gun at seven, and to actually shoot someone at that age, how could he not turn out twisted?
"We should probably settle our scores." He walked ahead as if knowing the way.
Su Lihua's gaze was as indifferent as water in a deep well, undisturbed: "What scores?"
There was a fork in the road ahead.
