A handsome face showed no trace of emotion.
He walked straight to Lan Yue, raised his hand, and pointed a gun at her head.
With an incredibly cold voice, he said, "Do you really think I won't kill you?"
Lan Yue's face was pale with pain, her lips losing all color.
She took a slight breath and smiled faintly, "I'm not Lan Yue, so I never thought you wouldn't kill me."
Xiao Chen looked at her with eyes devoid of emotion.
"After this shot, there will be no more debts between us."
Finishing his words, he threw the gun away, turned around, and walked straight to the hotel door.
"Young master."
The person in charge, still in a standoff with the others, quickly called out.
"Let them go. Next time we meet, it will be a fight to the death."
A fight to the death!
Lan Yue bitterly smiled in her heart; maybe this was how it was always meant to be between her and Xiao Chen. Going around in circles, they finally returned to how they originally were.
