Inside the club's private room
A deadly silence—
It spread with the air, stagnant and suffocating, like an invisible hand suddenly gripping everyone's limbs and bones, making blood flow backward and freezing the entire body.
Beside Jiang Shiyi's ear, the busy signal of the phone, "beep—beep—"
His heart clenched instantly, as if even breathing became extraordinarily difficult.
"Brother?" Jiang Chengsi's breath was rapid as he turned to look at the person beside him, his whole demeanor becoming serious.
Instead, sitting opposite was Jiang Zhaolin, whose fingers tightened instantly.
Got it, got it!
Succeeded.
It must be like this.
Unexpectedly, this group of people acted so cleanly and efficiently.
The current time was 4:50!
