C153 The Hearing Is at Hand

Late night, in the study of an apartment.

"Are you sure?" the woman asked nervously.

The man chuckled. He nodded and promised, "Don't worry. I have something to do."

Under the deliberately dimmed light, the two's faces were a little blurry. Occasionally, there would be a flash of a smile under the lamp, but it also carried a bloodthirsty fierceness.

Both of them were standing by the window