Sun Longzi muttered something about needing to "gather intel" and stalked off like the war god he pretended to be.
In all honesty, I think I might have been more intimidated by him if I hadn't grown up in the Devil's Playground. After all, no one ever dared to play the war god when Dimitri was breathing down their necks.
I scoffed at the idea of Sun Longzi meeting any of Aunt Hattie's men. You wanted to talk about being a frog in a well? I would be more than happy to show him the entire world and let him drown in it.
I didn't realize it, but the moment Sun Longzi walked away, I let out a soft sigh of relief. "Better?" asked Zhu Deming, cocking his head to the side as he studied me. "You seem more relaxed when he is gone."
"Can you blame me? It feels like he is a ticking time bomb, and one wrong move would be enough to cause him to blow up. Seriously, I don't know what he has up his ass, but he really needs to remove it," I muttered under my breath.
