At eight in the evening, Shi Aoju received a call from Qin Shaobai.
"Tonight I want to meet Bei Mo. Lend me ten assassins, have them lurk near Warehouse 17 at the West City Pier."
"What happened?" Shi Aoju asked.
"Just a confrontation between one man and another, nothing major." Qin Shaobai laughed, seeming quite composed.
"Have you thought it through?" Shi Aoju probably already guessed what was happening.
"What's there to think about?" Qin Shaobai retorted, "If another man poses a threat to you and might harm Su Jiuyi at any moment, what would you do?"
"Kill." The word slipped out, affirming Shi Aoju's heart. He could allow others to harm him, but he would never permit anyone to hurt his woman in the slightest.
If someone touched his beloved, he would spare no means to make the other pay.
Shi Aoju stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing over the bustling city, moonlight shining on him, giving him a charming sheen.
