This impending call was about to bring two devils face to face—one who craved blood and the other who held someone precious to the one thirsting for revenge.
If the circumstances were different, such a moment might have been iconic. But right now, chaos loomed.
The phone began ringing, the sound sharp against the tense silence in the room. Everyone stood frozen, the air thick with anticipation. The police officers, overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere, subtly tried to back away.
Xu Jingli remained unmoved, standing exactly where he had been, his expression dark and menacing.
The aura around him was suffocating, and it felt as though his mere presence could destroy everything in the room. If looks could kill, every single person here would have perished under his piercing glare.
