The car headed directly onto the highway; it was a one-and-a-half-hour drive from Chinese Street to Kanewis.
"Second Young Master."
Brother Xiong hesitated to speak.
"Speak." Jiang Zhi's brows were shrouded in a layer of gloom, his hand clenched tightly, and cold sweat never ceased.
Jiang Zhi actually understood that Xiao Yi wouldn't really want to take Zhou Xufang's life; keeping her alive would yield greater value. But understanding was one thing, fear was another.
He was scared to death, but he couldn't panic, he couldn't be disordered.
After a moment of hesitation, Brother Xiong truthfully said, "The Army Commander has ordered us to avoid fatalities as much as possible, what do you think?"
Brother Xiong, whose real name was Xiong Yi, had once been a soldier, but after a mistake on a mission, he had given up his nationality, hidden himself in Pullman. The Lu Family owed him a favor—a favor worth staking his life to repay.
