The man probably hadn't expected Gu Xia to be so fierce.
He used his own blood instead of ink and brush.
Thus, a hint of admiration flickered in his eyes.
After making the handprint, Gu Xia put his fingers to his mouth to stop the bleeding.
Then he asked him, "When can I leave?"
"Now."
"What do I need to bring?"
"Just take your mobile phone, but it must have tracking protection software installed."
"Okay."
After the agreement was reached, Gu Xia didn't even bring clothes, wearing only the simplest outfit—a white short-sleeve shirt, a black cotton jacket, deep blue jeans, and white sneakers.
When they left the villa, they went through the back garden.
Both moved their hands lightly, skillfully avoiding all the cameras behind.
The most awesome part was how they effortlessly scaled a wall two meters and eighty centimeters high at the back of the neighborhood.
It was the first time Gu Xia had seen this man's skills, leaping lightly as if practicing Qinggong.
