Moonlight shone softly into the room. The young man lying in bed breathed faintly. The chair beside him had long been empty, and the tall man was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.
Suddenly, the breathing from the bed stopped. The young man's lashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were perfectly clear, as though he had never fallen asleep at all. His fingers stirred beside his pillow, and he shifted slightly before carefully getting out of bed.
His hand was still cuffed. His phone lay on the chair, not far away. He wanted to see whether he could reach it.
"Damn it." He glared through gritted teeth at the man sleeping soundly nearby. If not for him, would he have ended up in such a sorry state?
He stretched his arm forward with all his might, nearly losing his balance before he finally managed to catch a corner of the phone. He tugged hard, and it almost slipped from his grasp.
He took a deep breath and somehow managed to hold on to it.
Delighted, he quickly brought the phone over and opened his messages. The other party had sent him just one number: 9.
They had agreed beforehand that the number 9 meant the mission had failed-and that it was the kind of failure where even the sender hadn't managed to escape.
Those useless idiots!
Failure after failure had nearly beaten him into the ground. At this rate, he wouldn't even be able to leave this world. He should never have rushed into choosing such an idiot in the first place!
His sinister gaze shifted to He Shuqin. Now, he had only one option left.
"Uncle..."
He Shuqin was still groggy with sleep. Dimly, he felt as though he were dreaming. In his