"I told that old man, the day she is going to come into that old house, she is going to die."
The man in his late forties,got up from his chair and walked in the shadows. He then came out in the light and threw the glass of whiskey onto the wall. The glass broke into small pieces and the alcohol tainted the white color of the wall.
"Wang Yue is going to die soon, old man. Be ready for another funeral." The man said, taking the old photograph in his hands. "Hey, beautiful, only one person remains now. Very soon I am going to take our revenge."
"But Sir, Wang Yue is not alone in this city. She has come with some." The informer said, "His name is Xiao Muchen. He is the first son of the Xiao family."
"Xiao family…?" The man asked. "You mean the industrialist Xiao…?"
