C505 False death

night

Miyake was sitting in the executive office of the Miyagi Group, facing the huge French windows that overlooked the lights of the city.

In his hand he held a glass, half filled with wine, which he shook slightly.

The red wine lightly swayed in the cup, looking like blood.

"He Si Ming, Wen Shuyue …" said Gong Pi in a low voice.

"Things are getting more and more interesting