The third floor of Hongyuan.

Master Qiao San leaned against the balcony railing and slowly shook the wine glass in his hand, the red liquid inside slowly shaking out a splash of blood with the glass.

Not far away, the police car faded out of sight.

He tilted his head back and finished the red wine in his glass in one gulp before turning back to his room, setting down his glass and grabbing his jacket to head downstairs.

Downstairs, Song Xin was drinking tea.

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