Phoenix Palace.
Zhong Daolong lay comfortably on the couch, holding a glass of Phoenix brand Whiskey and gently swirling it.
He had been restless these past few days, with a fiery temper, so he liked to add ice balls to his drink while drinking.
A sip of the drink, the collision of ice and fire, seemed to ignite every single cell within the body.
Yan Wenli sat on the sofa opposite, wearing a worried expression, and asked, "Do we really have to kill?"
"We really have to kill."
Zhong Daolong said expressionlessly.
His gaze remained fixed on the ice cubes melting in the soaking whiskey, as if this were a very interesting matter.
"Do we have to kill them all?"
"We do have to kill them all."
