Li Yanan forced himself to swallow the pain, let out a muffled grunt, and tightly pressed his thin lips, not making any more sound.
Blood gushed out from his black shirt.
It quickly stained Ruan Zhiming's big hand red.
"Sir, they say Jin Muchi is here, along with a woman!"
Li Yanan abruptly lifted his head, a woman?
Could it be Zhenxin...
Ruan Zhengming casually walked towards the hall.
He soon saw Jin Muchi's men confronting his private guards, and sitting in the middle was...
Wasn't it Lin Zhenxin, whom he had just met that day?
He sneered internally, they were all here!
"Elder Ruan." Unlike her last visit, this time Lin Zhenxin seemed like a different person, her expression cold.
Ruan Zhengming didn't speak; the crimson blood deliberately left on his hands was displayed right in front of her.
"Little girl, you've got guts." Ruan Zhengming laughed and slowly sat down.
Lin Zhenxin's temples throbbed, forcing her gaze away from his hands.
