She didn't know why she felt so guilty, as she clearly hadn't done anything wrong.
"Is someone tracking you?" Jun Mochan took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his anger.
He hadn't lost his temper in a long time. Even the most annoying matters couldn't provoke his fury, but a few words from Ye Ranran successfully ignited the fire in his heart.
She really had a way about her.
"No, I don't think so," Ye Ranran answered weakly.
"Have One take you to the location of Number Five. Don't ask where I am; he knows. I'm heading over right now. Keep the phone line open the whole way, and don't lose contact. If you dare hang up, I'll make you pay." Jun Mochan spoke the last few words with particular venom.
"Oh, okay, okay," Ye Ranran replied, submissive as a little wife, not daring to utter a word of resistance.
Jun Mochan glanced at the ground littered with dead bodies, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He took aim at Number Five's shoulder and fired a shot.
