The torrential rain pounded the man's shirt, causing the fabric's dye to bleed and run.
Just pulled from the water, his face still wore a blank expression—he couldn't understand why the Triad Society had targeted him.
Sighting Xu Si, he finally realized the answer. His smoke-stained sharp teeth emerged, grating together with a faint rustle. His voice was weak, a consequence of his exhausting confinement.
"You're actually from the Triad Society! You're despicable, pretending to be an outsider to trick me into talking."
Xu Si's turbulent emotions had yet to calm. She had just taken a couple of breaths of fresh air when her spirit immediately deflated. Her hand rested on the umbrella handle, gripping it tightly as she tried to maintain a calm voice, "You're wrong. I'm not."
"Don't pretend, woman. If you're not from the Triad Society, why would they help you?"
