"That's what makes it fun!" Lu Yan smiled.
Qiao Fei: "…" (TL Note: That's what makes people dead)
"Dude, come on, we don't even need these daggers to deal with these people. If this place wasn't filled with tourists, I would kill them with my bare hands! Let's split up, lead them into two different directions, and get this over with."
"Okay." Qiao Fei knew Lu Yan well, so he nodded in agreement.
"Three minutes, okay?"
"I…" Before Qiao Fei could finish his sentence, Lu Yan had already put on her jacket, picked up her backpack, and ran off.
"She's over there, hurry up!" The men quickly rushed in her direction.
At this time, Qiao Fei also put on his jacket, picked up his bag, and walked in the opposite direction of where Lu Yan went. Therefore, the suit-wearing thugs had no choice but to split up.
- Indonesian Headquarters -
Ian was playing the melodious song, Canon, flawlessly on a white grand piano.