The third floor of the castle was almost entirely destroyed by Wushuang's firing. It was a frenzied barrage. Ghost Face asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just letting the Duke know that I have a very firm resolve to die with him," Wushuang said with a faint, utterly dominating smile. Ghost Face looked at her, unsure what to say.
It was past 4 a.m. In a few more hours, dawn would break.
Wushuang wasn't nervous at all. Ghost Face suddenly remembered something. "By the way, the London police will be here soon."
"You only just thought of that?" Wushuang looked at Ghost Face with amusement. Even in such a tense atmosphere, she was in the mood to joke with him, utterly composed. "The Duke is a British nobleman. Of course, the London police will come after such a major incident."
