Lu Yebai slowly raised his head, looking toward a shadow crouching in the iron cell.
It was an extremely obese middle-aged man, presently unconscious, his eyes tightly shut, his shoulders wrapped in thick bandages, insensible to the world.
A flicker of cold light abruptly passed through the depths of his eyes, revealing a trace of murderous intent on his otherwise calm face.
Long Mo spoke without changing expression: "The man is yours to deal with. He tried to escape last night, but my people caught him back at the airport. This matter... is my fault, I'm really sorry about what happened to Lun You."
Lu Yebai slowly turned to look at him, remaining silent, without a word.
Long Mo sighed quietly, took a step back, and said to Lu Yebai: "It's up to you to kill or maim this man; it isn't fitting for me to avenge your brother. You should personally handle it."
