Listening to the busy signal from the other end of the phone, Luo Ke smiled and hung up, casually placing the phone he was holding on the table, "Roselia (Poison Rose), we need to go."
"Yes, sir." The young blonde girl, who was using a dagger to clean her nails, laughed as she came over, sticking the already prepared explosives directly under Jiao Yang's bed. As she stood up, she didn't forget to gaze at Jiao Yang's face, letting out a soft sigh, "Such a beautiful face, it's a pity to blow it up into pieces."
Luo Ke coldly raised his lip, "Now is not the time for your enjoyment."
"I'm just lamenting, that's all." The blonde girl shrugged, extending her finger to gently trace Jiao Yang's lips and face. Her blood-red nail polish skimmed his face, looking seemingly compassionate, with icy amusement in her beautiful blue eyes, "Farewell, Duke!"
Under Luo Ke's command, the four aces—Allen, Poison Rose (Roselia), Tang Ming, ROY.
