Blood slipped down the blade, a red flash glinting from Tang Hong's edge. This was a blade once stained with blood, now awakened once more after tasting blood again.
"This..."
Stassen's mouth slightly opened, and the cigar between his fingers dropped. He had only one thought now: how did the other party get in, and why was there no sound?
Su Xiao glanced around the room at the two people, a black man and a white man. The black man was Samuel, whom he had seen in photos. As for the white man, he should be Samuel's collaborator.
"Do you know what you're doing? I am..."
Before the white man could finish his sentence, Su Xiao pulled out a handgun and fired a bullet straight into the white man's head.
Bang, brains splattered, and the white man collapsed.
Samuel looked at the collapsed white man and sighed.
"If I'm not mistaken, your surname is Su, right?"
Samuel's Chinese was quite standard; in the castle, two people understood Chinese, and he was one of them.
