The long, deserted corridor was eerily quiet, enough to unsettle the heart.
This whole floor had been cleared out.
As soon as Yun Ya appeared, a man dressed in a suit and leather shoes came forward respectfully, "Please follow me."
At the entrance of the stairwell, a man leaning against the wall, tall and straight in stature, was lazily puffing on a cigarette.
Within the swirling smoke, the man's features seemed even more handsome and coldly aloof.
Hearing footsteps, the man raised his eyebrows and looked over, his deep blue eyes emitting a thin, cool glow.
"If anything goes wrong with the surgery, you will pay with your life," he warned.
His tone was light, yet brimming with murderous intent.
Yun Ya smiled, "In my dictionary, there are no words for 'failure.'
The man stubbed out his cigarette, tossing it accurately into a trash bin, and walked up to Yun Ya, towering over her with an overwhelming sense of oppression—Yun Ya's smile unchanged as she took a small step back.
