No one dared to respond.
Bo Yanching put down his cigarette, his hand holding it paused beside his cheek, and he rubbed his brow with the base of his thumb.
He touched his tongue to the inner wall of his mouth and said coldly, "Forget it."
Too lazy to ask, because none could escape.
Ten minutes later, Bo Yanching came out from inside.
Yaen Chi was standing at the door, took a glance inside, and gasped in shock.
Goodness, barely left with a breath, hardly any different from being ruined, the blood flowing on the floor had stained the white tiles scarlet.
"Get a doctor to treat him, don't let him die too fast."
Bo Yanching took off his suit jacket and used it to wipe his hands, his fists, covered in quite a bit of blood, and yet he managed to keep a nonchalant expression, steady to the point where his breathing didn't even change.
He even stared at Yaen Chi's shoes for a moment.
"Give me your shoes."
"Why? You don't mind the smell of my feet?"
