Night, inside the helicopter cabin.
"Did you really cry just now?" Lin Shuang asked.
Su Wanqiao handed him the half-crushed onion she was holding, "Want a bite?"
Lin Shuang: "..."
He had actually thought that this woman had shed real tears because she was worried about him.
Turned out she used onions to fake tears, all an act.
"What do we do now? We've completely burned our bridges with Long Baixiang. Should we flee from Guangdong Province first?" Su Wanqiao inquired.
"Run? Why run? Wait for them to lure out more big bait. Long Baixiang can't handle us, he'll likely join forces with even more parties, and when they all come out, we'll wipe them out together," Lin Shuang said, narrowing his eyes as he sat in the cabin.
"Are you sure you can take them all down? Don't let something go wrong," Su Wanqiao solemnly reminded him.
This guy, isn't he making things big enough? Intending to draw out so many enemies.