The Death Of Chen Xuanyi

After several trips to get things done, Qin Ruo drove the car off again, a few streets away from Tianhong Building, and then took a taxi back to Tianhong Building.

Two hours had passed since the toss.

Qin Ruo returned to Chen Xuanyi's room and waited as the night time passed quickly.

Qin Ruo did not close his eyes to meditate, but stayed in the room with alertness. When the sun went down, Qin Ruo knew it was almost time. He got up and stood behind the big black velvet curtain.

The big black flannel curtains were very thick and long, hanging down to the ground, and there was still a little distance from the window. Qin Ruo couldn't be seen if he hid behind it and didn't open the curtains.

Half an hour later, there was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor outside the door, and the shoe steps were not alone.

Qin Ruo's arm trembled, and the silver dragon knife was held tighter in his hand, waiting for the opportunity.