"There's no 'beheading meal', so it looks like you're not planning to kill us just yet," Fu Ling glanced at the man's hand.
"Miss Fu Ling really is overly anxious. Our organization isn't the type to behave so crudely...for those who have value, we always utilize them thoroughly...but for those who no longer have any..."
His gaze fell on Su Zimu.
Su Zimu looked up, "It seems they already know about this place, so you're in a hurry now."
"Smart women are always God's favorites, hence they often meet tragic ends...this saying seems to exist in China."
What the hell is God? There are no such people in China...
The Black-robed Man said no more, gesturing with his hand, and his men took Su Zimu away.
Fu Ling wondered, what kind of death would this girl meet...
"I'm more interested in asking how many more pieces of skin you're still missing..."
