"Haven't you ever heard the saying? 'To die under the peony flower is to be a romantic ghost.'"
Bai Qingzhu glared at him fiercely.
There was a sound.
They both sensed the presence of someone approaching and, in a tacit understanding, neither spoke but instead intently watched their surroundings.
It was time to act!
Xiao Lijin seemed to produce a sharp Swiss Army Knife from nowhere; one by one, he killed on sight, with swift and decisive movements.
Although Bai Qingzhu was a doctor, she was no Virgin Mary. She knew that if they didn't kill their attackers, today it would be their turn to die.
In less than five minutes, without even making a move, Xiao Lijin had already taken down six people.
She looked at him in disbelief.
"You..."
"Cool, huh?"
He pulled out a black cloth, wiped the blood off the knife, and tucked it back at his waist—all these actions seemed so natural, as if done routinely.
She grew increasingly curious about what else lay behind his CEO facade.
