Long Yinghua's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with mockery.
She grabbed the phone, tossed it upward, and immediately drew her gun with her left hand.
"Bang!" A single shot fired, the bullet piercing the phone, which shattered into pieces on the ground.
The man pinned to the floor abruptly raised his head. This man—who else could it be but Zhuo Ran.
Long Yinghua recognized the familiar face, and the cold amusement in her eyes intensified.
Zhuo Ran knew being captured by Long Yinghua this time meant certain death. He struggled, glaring viciously at the towering woman standing before him.
"Zhuo Ran, all my affection for you was wasted."
Long Yinghua spoke with a faint smile. Zhuo Ran spat, the saliva landing on her black boots.
The emotion in Long Yinghua's eyes instantly shifted to rage. She lashed out, kicking the man hard in the jaw. His mandible broke under the impact, blood spilling from his mouth. His jaw hung askew, the area swelling into a grotesque lump.
