The third floor of the castle was almost completely destroyed by Wushuang's frantic firing. Ghost Face asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just letting the Duke know that I have a very firm resolve to die with him," Wushuang said with a cool smile, her words full of boundless dominance. Ghost Face looked at her, unsure what to say.
It was past 4 a.m. In a few more hours, dawn would break.
Wushuang wasn't tense at all. Ghost Face suddenly remembered something. "By the way, the London police will be here soon."
"You only just thought of that?" Wushuang looked at Ghost Face with amusement. Even in such a tense atmosphere, she was in the mood to joke with him, completely composed. "The Duke is a British nobleman. Of course, the London police will come after such a major incident."
