On Shi Ming's desk, his personal communicator began to ring.
He was a bit surprised. He had only given the contact for this communicator to a very small number of people: Stone Pillar, Lin Hai, Yellow Cannon, and—
"Nailu Ye?"
The 45-year-old female captain who had betrayed the Black Society to side with him was actually contacting him of her own accord? 'I thought she would've fled as far as possible,' Shi Ming mused, 'and never dared to get involved with me again!'
Shi Ming opened the message.
[You're impressive, handsome.]
[You know, I'm a woman who's attracted to strength. If the age gap wasn't so big, I might have even fallen for you.]
Shi Ming frowned, skipping past the pleasantries.
[I heard from a special source that you killed Demon Sword? Don't ask how I know. The Nailu Clan comes from a long and distinguished line; we have our own special channels.]
