Lu Tian's gaze left the window and returned to his wife, watching as she approached Hung Woo.
The man was unconscious, his head hanging slightly to one side.
Only then did Lu Tian notice something unusual.
Only Hung Woo's ankles were bound.
His eyes narrowed. A flicker of suspicion crossed his mind.
What if the man was pretending?
Lu Tian immediately stepped toward his wife, his instincts warning him that something could go wrong.
But it was already too late.
*SLAPPPP
Yue Ling raised her right hand and brought it down with a sharp, merciless slap against Hung Woo's head.
The crack of the impact echoed through the room, snapping his head violently to the side.
Pain jolted him awake.
His eyes flew open, darting wildly around the room before finally locking onto the woman standing before him.
Yue Ling didn't move. She watched him, her bluish-green eyes cold and unreadable.
Then she slowly leaned toward him, a faint, chilling smile touching her lips.
"There he is."
