Bao Xiong stepped back, his eyes rolling in their sockets. His gagged hands shook as if struck lightly, then he bowed. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
'Is Bao Xiong going mad?' the thought reeled in Leon's mind as he stared at the sudden change in Bao Xiong's actions.
All three of the squad, who had been relaxing on the beds, stood up abruptly, turned toward Leon's direction, then bowed.
There, on the floor underneath Leon, a long shadow streaked past him. He swallowed hard, feeling a sudden shift in the air moving in and out of his lungs.
He turned, his mind cracking in his skull. 'Hei Luo?' The name bounced in Leon's head as his body moved in a 360-degree angle.
In the dark hallway stood a man with short red hair and red eyes. The shallow wind waving through the darkness fumbled through his black coat and exited like fire.
