The man known as Old Eight let out a sneering laugh, "Dying beneath the peony flowers, being a ghost would still be romantic. What's more, the more a woman is thorny, the more flavor she has. Just pluck the thorns off that woman, can she then ascend to the heavens?"
"Quit dreaming, the boss said we have to kill this woman," said Old Three, his eyes looking ahead. He knew the boss only had eyes for Yan Jiahe.
Rumor had it that Yan Jiahe despised that woman on the other side, and since Crimson Dragon had personally captured Yan Jiahe, the boss's hatred extended by association and naturally wouldn't allow that woman to live. Even if she were captured alive as a hostage, her tragic fate was foreseeable.
Old Eight said, "First, we capture her alive. If that really won't do, then we off her. Crimson Dragon can't be bothered with this place right now. Besides, if he finds out his woman's been played with, just think, wouldn't Crimson Dragon go mad?"
