"Where is that person?"
Lou Luchuan got up and walked to the window, looking at a birdcage hanging above, inside which a beautiful white canary was chirping ceaselessly.
He raised his hand to coax the bird.
The edges of his mouth perpetually held an elegant curve.
Attractive, yet distant.
He seemed easy to get along with.
"Dead."
The person behind him responded.
Lou Luchuan raised an eyebrow: "Was Jiang Ruan the one who killed him?"
"Fu Chi".
Upon hearing this answer, Lou Luchuan finally halted his movements, a peculiar glimmer flashing across his shallowly-colored pupils.
"The Tactical Pen, pierces the deadly acupoints, killing with one strike."
The person behind him added.
As Lou Luchuan played with his Buddha Beads, he let out a low chuckle.
"That man, he is extraordinarily sharp indeed."
