The crystal lamps hanging down from the high living room were shining brightly. There were two rows of bodyguards on both sides of the hall. The group of people didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Gu Xiu stood beside Ling Jing with his head half-lowered. He seemed to be very embarrassed.
Ling Jing sat on the sofa in a rather leisurely manner. His right index finger subconsciously tapped his knee,
under the sofa, two men were being held there, kneeling on the ground. One of them was bleeding on his shoulder, and the other was bleeding on his leg.
The blood dyed the carpet in the living room red. The two of them didn't dare to make any big movements, their bodies constantly trembling.
Looking at the blood, Ling Jing's tapping on his knee stopped for a moment.
"You have guts. You came here to kill me?"
Ling Jing finally spoke. As soon as he spoke, the two kneeling men trembled even more.
