The act of murder was quiet, no guards were attracted, and instinctively, all the guards chose to stay away from the cell where Wang Xu was located.
On the other hand, the dying sharp-tongued man forced himself up, fumbled for a communication device, found a number, and dialed it.
"Hello?" an impatient voice answered.
"Is this... Young Master Du?" the sharp-tongued man spoke weakly, almost incoherently, "Li... Li Lian, someone is here to rescue Li Lian."
Second Safe Zone, the largest entertainment venue in the city.
A man dressed in luxurious clothing was cuddling a beautiful girl, talking on the phone with one hand and caressing her with the other, but upon hearing someone was rescuing Li Lian, he abruptly stood up from the sofa.
"What?" Du Ze's face darkened, "Who did it?"
"I don't know, but the person who came is very strong, too strong, even stronger than the director." The sharp-tongued man recalled Wang Xu, and his hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
