Xu Shuo's nerves tensed slightly when he saw the numerous wounds on Gu Nanqiao's body and he quickly responded, "Yes."
Huo Jingting, holding the person in his arms, left quickly.
Xu Shuo stayed behind, a hint of coldness appearing on his face as he ordered his men to start a search in the area.
After a long time, the group finally left.
Just as Xu Shuo and his men had left, a figure emerged from an inconspicuous corner of the attic.
The moonlight reflected off his black and white mask, casting a cold gleam; his exposed eyes were dark and profound, his lips tightly pursed into a line, watching the slowly retreating vehicles, and then his mouth suddenly curved upward.
In the depths of his eyes, a dark light surged.
Huo Jingting, it turns out you are not cruel enough to completely disregard everyone.
A single woman, huh, has ignited the primal ferocity and violence in you.
…
Gu Nanqiao was awakened by pain.
