Dingzhi Building, sixty-second floor.
Whoosh!
The small knife accurately pierced the bullseye.
Kun: "Mr. Zhi."
Su Qinghou grunted, pulled out the knife, but didn't throw it again, playing with it in his hand.
The knife looked somewhat familiar to Kun, who finally voiced the question he had been holding back for a long time: "Is Zhan Dongdong really San Badao?" He found it hard to believe, "The one from the Red Triangle Killer List?"
Su Qinghou ignored him.
Kun got overexcited: "No wonder Baron and George couldn't take her down even when they teamed up; she's actually San Badao! So young! And a woman! That's so badass! Worthy of being my idol!"
A suspicious blush appeared on Kun's dark face, as though... a brawny man blushing shyly.
Su Qinghou looked up.
