Just like Bi Xia said, her recent distraction was simply to enjoy the calm before the storm. To be honest, before coming to Yan City, Bi Xia expected to confront Yu Du, but she didn't think it would happen so... hurriedly.
But this is also good. Bi Xia tapped her leg with one hand, her sunglasses masking her indifferent starry eyes, saving herself the trouble of finding a reason to deal with Yu Du.
Thinking about it, Bi Xia snorted. She suddenly remembered what Chu Wu had said earlier: in this game of power struggles, is there really any reason involved? If there is one, it could only be one—profit.
Initially, it was indeed for profit that Bi Xia took an interest in Yu Du's cache of arms, but now... Her red lips curled faintly as new grudges compounded with old ones, and the mysterious organization behind it, Bi Xia intended to clean them out completely.
