Jia Zedong's presence in the dimly lit cell made Zhan Sheng's hackles rise. Her pitch-black robes swayed ominously as she stood before him, her hands clasped in an unsettling calm. Zhan Sheng eyed her wearily, his mouth pulled into a frown. "Open the doors," she said to the guards who opened the cell doors. Mao Xia staggered to his feet, taking a protective stance in front of Zhan Sheng but Jia Zedong didn't spare him another glance, her beady eyes fell on Zhan Sheng.
"You're still alive I see."
"No thanks to you."
Jia Zedong clasped her hands behind her back. "I've done all I can for you."
"Except actually set me free," Zhan Sheng laughed. "Some deal. How do you expect me to take down Lei Xun if I can't get out of this fucking cell?"
"Use your imagination."
