The third floor of the castle was almost entirely destroyed by Wushuang in a furious sweep. Ghost Face asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing much, just telling the Duke that I am determined to die with him," Wushuang replied with a faint smile, exuding overwhelming confidence. Ghost Face looked at her, at a loss for words.
It was past 4 a.m. and in a few hours, it would be dawn...
Wushuang was not at all nervous. Suddenly, Ghost Face remembered something, "Right, the London police will be here soon."
"You just thought of that?" Wushuang said with a laugh, still in the mood to joke with Ghost Face amidst the tense atmosphere, unflustered. "The Duke is a noble of England. With such a big incident, of course, the London police will come."
"Let's get out of here fast and take a chance, or else we'll die here," Ghost Face said. Although he had come to Devil Castle with a resolve to die, he, naturally, did not want to die like anyone else.
