The bodyguard behind Li Yu put away his gun.
Li Yu looked at Huanhuan, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes sinister. The moment she got out of the car, he knew she wasn't Chuxia. Chuxia's figure was etched into his memory.
"Young Master, what should we do with this woman? Kill her?"
Li Yu pressed his thin lips together. Surviving by licking blood off the blade, he owed it entirely to his ruthless methods. For those who attempted to assassinate him, he never left them alive.
But he glanced at Huanhuan and said in a low voice, "Take her away first, turn back immediately, and go find Chuxia."
"Yes."
At this moment, Zhou Jin turned back, his expression grave. "Li Yu, you can't go back now. We don't have time. Prince Alk should have already discovered that Qian Rui is missing. If you go back, there will be an army waiting for you. Come back with me first, and we'll deal with Chuxia's situation later."
