"Chinese?" There was bafflement in the man's tone. Xing Shu felt his breath on her neck, giving her goosebumps.
Xing Shu's body stiffened and she swallowed. The cold muzzle was pressed against her back, and she did not dare to move. There were a few men lying in the depths of the alley. Blood mixed with rainwater rushed into the sewer. Xing Shu knew that she was very unlucky to have stumbled upon a murder scene. She did not know this man, but he was vaguely familiar.
A photograph suddenly flashed across Xing Shu's mind—the scion of K Group, the most doted on and mercurial young master in the diamond industry. K Group had lost their daughter 20 years ago. Be it that chairman or this young master, they had never given up on looking for her.
Xing Shu's eyelashes fluttered twice. "Mr. Xiao, I didn't see anything." The rumor that K Group had many enemies did not seem fake at all. K Group ruled with an iron hand and dominated the industry through ruthlessness.
