It really was an unfortunate start, just now he had finally caught that person.
The result was a cunning attempt at escape and a moment of unpreparedness led to receiving a slash from a dagger.
He pushed open the door to the restroom, his expression grim as he walked inside.
Luckily, Lu Xiao had managed to catch and subdue the person.
Otherwise, his injuries would have been for nothing.
The man turned on the tap, rinsing the blood flowing down from his palm; the wound was somewhat long, yet not very deep, but it bled quite profusely.
With his sleeves rolled up, his slender fingers efficiently dealt with the scene.
In the mirror, the man with jet-black hair, slightly long eyes, and an expression of indescribable cynicism and ruffianism was none other than Shen Lin, who had come with Lu Xiao to catch the culprit.
