At the end of the awards ceremony, the black Bentley parked at the alley. As soon as Lin Wei opened the car door, she was pulled into an embrace that smelled of cedar. The other person's body temperature burned her cheek through her shirt, and the rusty dagger rubbed her ear against the car seat.
"Miss Qiu wants to kill people and silence them?" She looked up at the condescending woman. The other woman's silver mask covered half of her face, but it couldn't cover the snake-shaped tattoo wrapped around her neck - it was the symbol of a gang that offered a reward of tens of millions on the overseas black market.
"Wrong." When the woman took off her mask, the raindrops hit the mole at the end of her eyes, "I'm here to pick up my fiancée."
