But Fang Hong added, "We're so far apart, even if we kill them, they might not be able to tell, don't forget that this place is very special; those men in black hanging around here don't seem to be coming back to life either."
"Damn!" Ran Qingzhu suddenly realized, thinking to himself that a mastermind is truly a mastermind, so meticulous, capable of devising such a sinister strategy. It's very likely that the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team hasn't realized this—otherwise, they might have become impatient by now.
Although Fang Hong had provided many reasons, Ran Qingzhu still felt there was another reason behind that slap.
Clearly, he wasn't the only one who noticed this.
Miss Hilveld, clutching her shoulder, looked somewhat pale as she watched Fang Hong. Even though the pain caused her brow to furrow slightly, she couldn't help but curving the corners of her lips slightly, her eyes filled with deep meaning.
