Lin Han was sharing a glass of red wine with Ji Yang, nurturing the romantic mood between them with plans for the night, when she suddenly choked.
"Russian Roulette? Heh. Lin Chi, I never would have thought. You really see yourself as the local tyrant here, don't you? Daring to play any kind of game?"
Hearing that strange yet familiar voice, the once high-and-mighty Mr. Lin wet himself in terror all over again.
"Co-cousin?"
Even though they hadn't seen each other in years, the familiar voice still made Lin Chi tremble instinctively. An immense fear washed over him, even more terrifying than his current predicament of dangling outside a high-rise.
As long as he didn't alarm the main family branch in Beijing, Lin Chi could act like a local tyrant in D City. Even if he got into real trouble, he could just pay someone to take the fall for him. The consequences would never reach him.
