Shujun had washed up and changed out of the filthy clothes from before. Now, long wet hair draped behind his back. He was dressed in a white inner garment and a red outer coat; only this brilliant red could match his unparalleled charisma.
After listening to the report from those below, Shujun narrowed his slender phoenix eyes with an icy chill. His red lips parted, uttering four words charged with murderous intent: "His heart deserves death!"
How could someone of Shujun's intelligence not deduce that he had followed the trail of his wife and Qinghe all the way here? When he met Escort Army Sun of Xin Yong Escort Agency the other day, he learned from him about his wife's injuries and escape. Now, another "him," along with Yixuan and Haoming, had appeared in the city—clearly a trap!
Shujun contemplated.
It seems the wife is temporarily safe, otherwise, the other party wouldn't go to such great lengths.
