"Smooth talker!" Lucifer snorted coldly. He raised his right hand, pointing forward twice with his fingers as if making a beckoning gesture. Instantly, shadows emerged from all directions, converging toward the same spot, and shortly brought back the fat man who hadn't managed to run very far, guarding him strictly in the corner.
Yelu Shou exhaled a breath, dismissing his lazy demeanor, rallying all his concentration to face the formidable opponent before him. "I advise you to bring Xiao Lin over. I don't want to take advantage of you. You're not my match to begin with, let alone now that you're injured."
Quite humane! Yelu Shou thought inwardly, yet he shook his head. "My boss doesn't have time to bond with you; that person is a crucial witness in Cross's death. A CIA agent died in Sicily, and this matter must have a resolution, with Wang Weibo unlikely to escape involvement. By helping Shao Weihua, you're dragging yourself into the mess."
