C719 Who Can Save Me?

Night.

It was night above his head. He rolled down the window, and the night wind blew Liao Jiangcheng's short hair. The blue flame of the lighter reflected his dark pupils. He slowly blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly, "Are you sure he's here?"

He looked at the single apartment outside the window. It was quiet around him. A few security guards were patrolling nearby.

"I'm not sure