"He's my man, I won't harm him."
This sentence, transmitted clearly from the listening device on the pendant hanging from her chest, entered Luo Xiao's ears. His eyes darkened as all the suppressed ferocity surged within him.
He's my man, I won't harm him.
He's my man… He's my man…
The warmth in Luo Xiao's features was now overlaid with layers of murderous intent. The cabin door was wide open, with strong wind blowing his fluffy hat brim. The wind was undeniably strong, yet he could distinctly hear his own raging heartbeat.
The man lowered his head, as if a knife was thrusting in and out of his chest. Thump, thump...
Again and again, deeply yet without drawing blood. His thin lips hidden beneath the mask were pressed tightly together. As the pure black helicopter adjusted its course, ready to move forward, Luo Xiao suddenly clenched his fists, "Turn around!"
