ZHEN LONG
I hardened my gaze at the slowly diminishing white-haired figure in my side mirror as I drove further away from the blinding lights of the Deluxe building.
"Fuck you!" I winced at Ren's not-so-cordial farewell message. "Don't ever fucking appear in front of me again!"
Now that was where we were going to have a problem.
What did he mean by 'words will start spilling'?
What did he know?
Or was he bluffing?
I did see him look at Yichen.
He looked at Yichen!
Did he notice something?
I brought my hand up to my neck to loosen my tie. I wasn't wearing a tie.
"Fu—" I held my tongue before the rest of the curse left my lips. The world was barely holding itself together with just Lang and Ruiqing's profanity.
I huffed, tapping on my steering wheel instead. His feral purple eyes as he delivered his threat burned holes in my memory. Something about the certainty in them—
Did I read it all wrong?
Was he the hunter?
