The spy, like a beast trapped in a corner, was hanging on to his last breath, yet he was still struggling in vain. He pounded on the glass wall with all his might, causing his previous wounds to open up. Blood seeped through the bandages, leaving a glaring trail of bloodstains on the glass wall.
Ming Mei didn't care whether he was listening or not, talking to him as if he was her friend, she asked, "Your lover, the young girl in the red dress with long hair, her name is Lisa, right? I heard about her, she has very good taste, very beautiful."
"I also heard she's two months pregnant, her waist is still slim, hardly noticeable. Is it your child? Congratulations are in order, you were so close to becoming a father. It's just a pity; very soon, it will be two lives in one body!"
Everyone was trembling upon hearing such ruthless words spoken by Ming Mei in such a familiar tone of voice.
