Leaving Liu Shan's bungalow that night, Xu Long found himself caught between loyalty and a promise he was already beginning to regret.
The night air was cold, carrying the lingering chill of Imperial's winter.
He stood at the curb with both hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, waiting for the taxi he had called.
His mind, however, remained inside the bungalow.
Liu Peng was alive.
That alone was enough to warrant an immediate report to Lu Tian.
But now, there was Choi Li Sun.
A man who had somehow changed his face to resemble Lee Shin—the man who was important in the lives of his new family.
And Choi Li Sun had been meeting with Liu Peng.
Xu Long lowered his gaze.
