Gu Nanxi flicked the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray: "Still not planning to talk?"
"I'll talk, I'll talk... I'll tell you everything, just don't hit me."
The bodyguards beside Gu Nanxi were professionally trained; they certainly didn't hold back when it came to beating people.
The man stood up, holding the edge of the coffee table, feeling like his bones were about to be shattered by them: "Actually, I'm just a small thug. Yesterday, someone came to me at the bar entrance, told me to come here today to handle this woman, and I could even get paid. Of course, I had to agree to such a good deal."
"Who was it that contacted you, do you know their name?" Gu Nanxi's terrifying black eyes pierced through the thin smoke.
"I don't know; it was too dark then. He was wearing a hat and mask, I didn't even get a clear look at him."
