Whisperer Bar.
Office.
"Care for a drink?"
Zhong Shenxiu looked at Julie, who was bandaged up, and handed her a glass of blood wine.
This cocktail, specially concocted by him, possessed the strange ability to heal wounds.
"Thank you…"
Julie held the glass with both hands, sipping it slowly. Suddenly, she shrugged her shoulders, and tears started rolling down her cheeks: "Jasmine and Shadow... are dead..."
"This is very strange!"
Zhong Shenxiu toyed with a meatball in his hand, feeling that it was not some kind of flesh essence and very solid in texture.
Although it scared him, almost as if it were dead, it was not easy to crack open its shell and uncover the secrets within.
He casually asked, "How did this glutton, Dali, find you guys?"
"We had just come back when we were approached…"
Julie sighed, "Someone at the gathering betrayed us… They must have secretly investigated our identities and are immensely powerful."
