"That's none of your business," Liu Xing said with a smile. "Anyways, by then, you'll already be a corpse lying on the ground."
Tan Rou touched her skirt and said to Liu Xing, "It seems that you have already thought of a way out. However, you have been staying in prison all this time. Do you really have time to think of a way out?"
Liu Xing did not reply. Tan Rou continued, "The person who let you out must have arranged an escape route for you, right?"
"What does this have to do with you?" Liu Xing lost control of his emotions again.
Zhuang Liu, who was below the stage, became nervous. He raised his pistol and aimed it at Liu Xing. If Liu Xing dared to hurt Tan Rou, he would blow up Liu Xing's head.
Tan Rou glanced at him and shook her head slightly, telling him not to be rash. She would settle it herself.
