The atmosphere in the hall was extremely peculiar, with Mr. Long and others frowning as they watched Ren Feng and the other person in the center.
The subordinates were surrounding Ren Feng, but Ren Feng ignored them and only looked at Eleven in front of him.
The two of them stared at each other, gazing into each other's eyes. The entire hall was filled only with the slightly chilly and lonely sound of the violin, like fate intersecting.
Eleven still had a gun pointed at Ren Feng, but her finger was not even on the trigger.
"Just like at that bar in Sin City."
Ren Feng said softly, extending his left hand to gently wrap around Eleven's waist, while his right hand held Eleven's hand.
Eleven did not resist, letting Ren Feng hold her hand. Although she appeared calm on the surface, her emotions were already surging fiercely inside.
The hand holding the gun also lightly placed on Ren Feng's back.
Ren Feng smiled gently as the sad yet lonely violin music echoed in his ears.
