The Isolated Island (4)
Even if he wanted to kill someone, he still had to play. The moment he got close to the corner, the ambiguous smell of rich wine and smoke engulfed him. The environment was dark, only a few square red lanterns faintly penetrated the darkness.
His footsteps paused, their eyes met. Chu Yi recognized the man sitting across from him, the two buttons at his neck had been pulled open, revealing a fair and slender neck. He smiled darkly at them, the only one without a mask, the familiar face was fully displayed before him, Arescio.
He stared deep into his eyes, one hand raised, a familiar red syringe held between slender fingers was plunged directly into the vein at the side of his neck. The crowd cheered. The man gasped and spit out a heated breath, licking his lips faintly. The greedy and maniac gaze made Chu Yi feel like a small prey being stared at by a poisonous snake.
His pupils darkened into a crimson red, fist clenched.