High one

  Suddenly, Hua Wu let go of his hand. "The ninth-ranked assassin can't possibly die so easily. But then again, it seems too kind to you to let you off so quickly." Hua Wu only knew that the man had fainted. A strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

  "You dare to humiliate me in front of the world! Then I will make you unable to hold your head up high in the entire world, and shame you to death!"

  The flower mist shook her mind. The evil thoughts made her movements also quicken.

  "It's actually all your fault, who let you accidentally provoke me? Hehe..."

  On the top of an ancient and gigantic tower, a woman was naked, her body tied to the top. Hua Wu sat elegantly on an expensive leather sofa, her right hand gently stirring the coffee on the table, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Looking at the newspaper with the mosaic-covered naked woman. No mistake, this person was Fan Yu Rong, who had been choked unconscious by herself yesterday.

  "She must have become a celebrity by now!" Looking at Huawu's appearance, Murong Yu guessed that this was something Huawu had done.

  "Yes, she should be 'grateful' to me now." Huawu smiled lightly.

  "You really don't leave any room for others to live, do you!" Looking at Fan Yu Rong in the newspaper, Mu Rong Yu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Such revenge was simply ruthless...

  "You know what my personality is like." Her ruthlessness was such that if anyone dared to offend her once, they would be doomed forever and never be able to turn things around.

  "If I were her, she might have killed herself by now." Indeed, her vengeful heart is absolutely terrifying. Any woman with a bit of shame would have suicidal thoughts.

  "What a pity you're not her. It's already been a whole morning, I heard that the people from the Fan Corporation have let her go. I really want to know what gave her the courage to keep living." Looking at the lines of small print in the newspaper, Hua Wu couldn't help but feel amused deep down.

  "Ding, ding, ding——" The sudden ringing of the phone made Huayu involuntarily raise an eyebrow. Picking up the phone, she saw that the incoming call was from Shang Yueqi.

  Huā wù's mouth corners suddenly curled up. "Mù róng yù, look." He handed the phone to Mù róng yù. Shàng yuè xī's flower-like intestines, Huā wù had already seen through them.

  "Fog, I'm looking forward to it, he'll call you, and see what he has to say." Without Fan Yu Rong, what else does he want to do, even he himself is looking forward to it.

  Huā wù àn xià jiē tīng jiàn.

  Translation:

  Hua Wu pressed the answer button.

  "Hey! Fog, I'm Shang Yue Xi," The voice coming from that side was urgent...

  "Oh, something's up?" Huā Wù replied in a tone of indifference.

  "Fog, about yesterday's matter, I want to explain it to you. Can you come out now?" As soon as Shang Yue Xi heard Hua Wu's voice, he let out a sigh of relief. He thought she wouldn't answer the phone. Fortunately, she did pick up in the end. He thought to himself that since Hua Wu loved him so much, if he explained things properly today, she would still come back to his side.

  "What happened yesterday is already over, and what's more humiliating is you. You don't need to come and explain anything to me," said Huā Wù (Flower Mist). She knew this guy would use such a method. Did he think she was a fool? Would she continue to be deceived by him?

  "Fog! Yesterday's thing was just a misunderstanding, will you listen to me explain?"