"Why did you kill Xu Nian?"
"Seems like you haven't figured out the situation yet; who is leading the game now."
A brief silence.
Xu Xiaoyou said nothing, just watched the werewolf in front of her, the coin on her fingertip tapping on the table.
Wilson wasn't in a hurry, waiting for the girl's reaction amidst the clear and crisp taps, as if he were holding all the cards.
Finally, Xu Xiaoyou broke the silence:
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Look at these sets of photos."
Wilson didn't directly answer Xu Xiaoyou's question; he unhurriedly pushed the photos in his hand forward on the table.
They were bloody photos, the liquid in a bright red gel showing countless people with terrified expressions, as if they had seen something incredibly horrifying before they died, their faces expressing tragic despair.
Even though Xu Xiaoyou was accustomed to such scenes, she still felt a wave of psychological discomfort.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Alley Five." Xu Xiaoyou replied calmly.
