Wang Zhuo didn't even have the strength to stand up, his eye sockets sunken in, dark enough to rival a panda, lips deathly pale, he could play Black and White Impermanence without makeup...
As for the other two people, they're simply not here.
Tang Tianyi frowned, looking at Wang Zhuo, raising his eyebrow slightly.
"The woman is dead." Wang Zhuo's voice carried a hint of insubstantiality, breathless, giving the impression of someone recovering from a serious illness: "I sent Wang Long to juvenile detention, are you satisfied?"
"Dead?" Luo Qianqian was completely dumbfounded, could this drug actually kill someone?
The décor in the room was evidently brand new, nothing like the previous renovations, even the wallpaper upon closer inspection was freshly changed.
"Played to death by Wang Long," Wang Zhuo's face was full of fatigue: "Who are you, what on earth do you want?"
