Si Ying was dead.
He died in an underground pipe not far from the Twin Towers.
This was a safety passage built by the Si Clan at great expense, intended as an escape route to a safe point for their members during a crisis.
But it had become Si Ying's road to hell.
It wasn't until the moment Si Ying's breathing and heartbeat stopped that the surrounding gang members noticed something was wrong.
This young master of the Si Clan hadn't gone mad; he'd had a medical emergency.
"What happened? How did the young master die?"
"Scan complete. Burst blood vessel in the brain. Could it be from excessive grief?"
"Fuck! How are we supposed to explain this to the young miss!"
Lin Qi hadn't left yet. Even with Si Ying dead, he remained, observing the reactions of the gang members.
The moment those two words, "young miss," were spoken, Lin Qi was more or less certain that Si Ying's guess before he died had been correct.
