At 2AM in the morning, a trembling Zhang Mi crouched down in front of the operating theatre. Standing on her two sides were Young Master Shen's henchmen. There were more than ten of them with her, none of whom uttered a single word. The air was thick and heavy with tension, so much so that it became hard for anyone to breath. Still, none of them eased their clenched teeth, like they knew they would lose something if they did.

"Mimi!" Xin Qing walked quickly towards Zhang Mi. ...