"Lin Kuang, you're a dead man!" John said furiously. "Remember this. As long as you're in New York, you can't escape. New York will be your grave. You will die for sure!"
"Is that so? I hope you can," Lin Kuang said with a smile. "Everyone who's said that to me before is already dead. But since you're so confident, take your time looking for me. Let's see if you can find me."
He then hung up and tossed the phone onto the car seat.
"Guo'er, let's go," Lin Kuang said with a smile, wrapping his arm around Lin Guo'er's slim waist.
"Oh, where are we going?" Lin Guo'er couldn't help but ask.
"Let's find a hotel to stay in first," Lin Kuang said after a moment of thought.
Hearing this, Lin Guo'er nodded, and the two took a taxi to a hotel. After checking in, they went up to their room.
