One hour later, in a room in U Country, a man in a white shirt lay wounded in a pool of blood.
The pair of originally captivating eyes were tightly closed, unable to exert their former effect.
All the tables and chairs around were in disorder, scattered on all fours around him.
His breath was very weak, the once agile mind had long ceased to function, and even consciousness was blurred as blood gushed out.
"Ding-dong—ding-dong—"
The pleasant sound of the doorbell rang, and a woman in high heels, chewing gum, stood under the sunlight, looking even more beautiful and captivating.
"Ding-dong—ding-dong—"
She pressed the doorbell several more times, but no one answered the door.
The stunning woman furrowed her brows, took out her phone and looked at the address on the email, chewing gum while muttering to herself, "Could I have found the wrong place? But it's clearly here!"
"Ding-dong—ding-dong—"
