Mo Shangjun let out a cold laugh, "How would I know she is in your hands."
"You don't have to believe it." Shui Jian looked at her calmly, the corner of his lips deepened slightly, that smile full of ridicule, "Of course, if you really can disbelieve it."
Human nature doesn't change.
Back then, Mo Shangjun could let her go because of softness.
And now, Mo Shangjun would definitely not easily abandon a teammate.
Otherwise, Bai Chuan wouldn't keep looking for Mo Shangjun, treating Mo Shangjun as a treasure.
Mo Shangjun looked at her coldly, "The drug dealers are also your people?"
"But," Shui Jian said, "but their timing, was arranged by Bai Chuan."
Mentioning the name "Bai Chuan", Mo Shangjun's expression became even colder, eyes gloomy and dark, emotions stirring deep within, dark as if it could drip water.
Not intimidated by Mo Shangjun's murderous aura, Shui Jian remained composed, "It was my arrangement to meet you here."
