Bo Huan immediately hung up the phone, not giving the other party any chance to catch their breath.
Bo Huan took a deep breath, then strapped the military knife she extorted from Bo Qing to her waist.
I...after meeting him today, must...cut him down.
...
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Bo Huan walked promptly to the door of the private room, squinting her Feng Mou slightly, then swiped the room card to enter.
With a beep.
Bo Huan prepared to push the door open, but the next moment, she was pulled in with force, her whole body being held by a man in an embrace.
The room was pitch-black... the curtains had also been drawn by the man beforehand.
The corners of Bo Huan's lips curled into a faint sneer...
This man was really well-thought-out in concealing his identity.
A cold, indifferent aura... tinged with a hint of mint.
Yet extremely familiar.
If her estimation was not wrong, the man's height was at least over 188.
