At midnight, Xi Luo arrived in Scarlet City as promised.
Little White Tiger drove her back to the three-story villa on Second Street.
Rarely free from Zong Zhan's control, Xi Luo stepped out of the car like a new lease on life and asked Little White Tiger for a cigarette, savoring the aroma of nicotine while leaning against the car door.
In no time, Bai Yan strode to the outer stairs, a cigarette between his lips as he mumbled, "Not dead on the way here, not bad."
Skillfully, Xi Luo tilted her head back and exhaled smoke, "Where are they?"
"Near the Laos border." Bai Yan took the cigarette from his mouth, flicked it to the ground, and crushed it, "You've got guts, daring to provoke them. Have you got a death wish?"
Xi Luo tapped the cigarette ash with her index finger, "No choice, heroes are always lonely."
Bai Yan walked in front of her, taunting coldly, "Almost got yourself killed, yet you still have the face to call yourself a hero?"
