"You saved me, and I repaid you. We're even now," he said coldly, "Now, in consideration of my having once risked my life for you, it's your turn to do something for me."
"What is it?" Rong Zheng shivered from his sinister tone, "Si Ling, do you really intend to kill your own savior?"
"Farewell, my savior." His lips slowly curved into a seductive smile.
Before Rong Zheng could react, Si Ling had swiftly moved in front of him.
Si Ling, quick as the wind, grabbed his throat. Before Rong Zheng could cry out, Si Ling forcefully twisted.
Rong Zheng's body fell straight down.
...
In another lounge, Gu Nanqiao also waited anxiously.
With every second that passed, each minute stirred more worry in her heart.
Huo Jingting lit a cigarette and then passed the pack to Xu Shuo, trying to kill some time.
As he smoked, his gaze unintentionally swept outside the window. Through the layers of white smoke rings, he saw... a familiar face.
