"A parting gift to Red Scorpion." Anson pushed Callum Zhou into the back seat, got into the driver's seat and drove away, leaving Richard standing in the cold wind holding a pile of explosives.
"I'm staying at the Prince Hotel, please let me out of the car." Callum Zhou opened the door, only to realize that the door was locked.
"I know where you live. But do you think I will let you live there tonight?" Anson's expression was always cold, and even his always elegant voice was frosted.
"I'm grateful you got me out of that place, Mr. Greyson Anson. But I'm injured and I need to rest."
"I'll let you rest."
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