"No, I can't get through to Jian Qing's phone."
"What should we do?" Quan Yifei's face showed urgency, "If the third brother finds out, he will be anxious. Should we call him first?"
"No, we can't call Jingwu at this critical moment." Quan Mingxuan outright rejected the idea. Jingwu was currently on a mission, and if he got distracted and something went wrong, that would be terrible.
"Don't panic yet. Jian Qing is very capable; she shouldn't run into trouble. And she doesn't know where Jingwu is. She shouldn't be able to find the place so quickly."
Quan Yifei nodded her head but couldn't quite calm the worry at the bottom of her heart.
...
The night grew deeper, with murder lurking in the shadows.
"Ah--"
A hoarse scream tore through the air, sending chills down one's spine.
In the dimly lit dungeon, a chilling atmosphere permeated everywhere.
A faint smell of blood spread in the air, nauseating to those who smelled it.
