Dan Tuo had known just how formidable Wang Yan was from the very first time they met.
Back then, he had seen several people huddled together in the room, trembling and too scared to speak. Later, when Uncle Cai questioned Yan Baimei, he had learned what happened. The second time was even more outrageous: the wrists of over twenty skilled gunmen had all been shot through. Just hearing about it, he could already picture those twenty-plus people huddling together in terror.
His thoughts were a mess as he followed Shen Xing to the door of an upstairs suite.
Shen Xing stepped forward and rang the bell. Before long, the door opened.
"Hello, Sister-in-law." Shen Xing greeted her with a smile.
Susu, dressed in a small suit and looking sharp and capable, nodded and stepped aside from the doorway.
"Come in."
Shen Xing led Dan Tuo inside and saw Wang Yan sitting in a chair in the living room, shirtless and displaying a body covered in colorful tattoos. He had one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his head turned to keep the smoke from stinging his eyes. He held a carving knife in his hand, working away at a piece of jade.
Sitting beside Wang Yan was that younger sister-in-law with a sickly sort of beauty, always dressed in white.
She was fiddling with a high-powered flashlight, examining the pile of jadeite on the table. She did not even glance at Shen Xing and Dan Tuo when they arrived, remaining focused solely on the jadeite.
Her movements were gentle. One moment she tilted her head, the next she pressed a stone right up to her eyes, looking almost deranged.
Neither Shen Xing nor Dan Tuo looked any further. They merely stood before Wang Yan.
"Why