Black Panther's cold-blooded stance was unmistakable. Even though Qingjiu was in so much pain that he might have been better off dead, the man did not take it seriously. Instead, he felt irritated.
Sickly irritated, like a demon.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gu Jinglian caught a glimpse of Chu He on the screen. Her head was bowed, as if she was trying to pick the lock on her wrist. But Black Panther was staring intently at the screen, not focusing on Chu He.
Or maybe he'd underestimated the woman.
All he knew was that Chu He was Gu Jinglian's woman and wife. He did not know that Chu He had another identity. As Interpol's top anti-vice inspector, Chu He had once been best at torture and counter-torture.
Given enough time, the chain would not be able to hold her down at all!
Gu Jinglian immediately shifted his gaze to Black Panther. Across the camera, the two men glared at each other. Gu Jinglian's lips suddenly curved into a cold smile.
