The Wind Chaser Who Was Destined to Die Alone (Fog)

This time, Liu Zixing was not mistreated by Brother Black Panther.

Wasn't that so? Compared to the terrifying room he had been trapped in last time, with countless vicious dogs surrounding the dog cage, all he had to do now was sit in the back seat of a van between two burly men. Although it still felt somewhat like being detained, it was already much better.

The bald man sitting in the front even brought him a bottle of water to drink.

It was almost four in the morning when the bald man in front received a phone call. He hurriedly nodded, then turned and shouted at Liu Zixing, "The boss said you can leave!"

Liu Zixing froze. Black Panther had protected him like this, let him stay for a while, and then released him—was it because of that unfamiliar woman he had brought out of the gambling hall?

After rescuing him, these people had even specifically asked about that woman. All the abnormal things that had happened... even the fact that Black Panther had not made things too difficult for him at the start was probably related to that seemingly ordinary woman.

Thinking about it this way, from the moment he had chosen that woman to draw cards for him, he had already planted the seeds of good luck that kept him safe that night... One drink and one peck, everything seemed guided by Heaven's Will.

Was all of this merely because of luck?

Liu Zixing could not figure it out. The luck he had won for a day should have already disappeared. At that moment, his mind was muddled and he was drowsy, utterly exhausted. He was no longer as radiant, energetic, and blessed by fortune as he had been a few hours earlier.

Although the bald man