As soon as Zhou Li finished speaking, Leng Zirui had already opened the door from inside, mimicking Song Yuh’s voice and said three words, "Come in!"
The corridor was dim, and Leng Zirui deliberately stood in the shadows. Even Zhou Li didn’t recognize he was impersonating Song Yuh and immediately walked in with a smile, "It’s really strange, how did they bring you here?!"
Leng Zirui turned around to close the door, and Zhou Li stood there, curiously looking around. Not seeing anyone else, there was some doubt in his eyes, and he immediately turned to look at Leng Zirui.
Before he could turn his face, Leng Zirui had already stepped forward, grabbed him with his right hand, and pressed him against the wall. Leng Zirui raised his right hand, and the cold gun muzzle was against his forehead.
At this point, Zhou Li had recognized he was not Song Yuh. Looking at the enchanting face in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise, his face turned pale with fright, yet he didn’t dare make a sound.
Leng Zirui held the gun in one hand, while the other hand quickly searched his body. He didn’t find any listening devices, only a phone from Zhou Li’s hand.
He opened the call log, checked the same number Zhou Li had dialed, and confirmed he was the spy planted by him beside Song Yuh, "Did they send you here?"
Zhou Li still wanted to pretend, "I don’t understand what you mean..."
Leng Zirui flicked his left hand, a blade flashed between his fingers, and with a puff, the blade slashed across his chest.
Zhou Li’s clothes instantly tore open, feeling the cold blade tip sweep across his skin, he was already terrified, all his hairs standing on end.
Leng Zirui pressed the dagger against his chest, "I am generally not a patient person!"


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