It was a man, his skin as white as snow, not the kind of white associated with Westerners, but a sickly white, like a piece of paper.
He was dressed in a Zhongshan suit, appeared to be in his forties, with a black glove on his left hand, sitting on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds while watching TV.
It felt as if he was in his own house.
Although Niu Lan had anticipated this kind of sudden appearance after witnessing the methods of Red Scorpion, she still shivered and turned around to run upstairs to call for help.
But the man's voice rang out, "All the bodyguards outside are dead, and the signal here has been jammed."
Niu Lan froze, instinctively looking outside.
Ever since she was nearly killed by Red Scorpion, Niu Lan had Shang Wen Dong assign bodyguards to guard her villa day and night.
