At this moment, Mu Liang had already entered the villa, with Nikola sitting in the shadows behind, his gaze chilly, his face indistinguishable. Mu Liang's phone rang abruptly, a strange number from France.
Nikola smiled, "Aren't you going to answer?"
He knew it was a trap.
"Where's Qiao Xia?"
"Perhaps you should take the call."
Mu Liang narrowed his eyes, "Whether I take the call or not, you're going to die tonight."
He suddenly pressed the answer button, and Qiao Xia's urgent voice came through, "Mu Liang, don't go inside, there's a bomb, I've escaped, I'm not in Nikola's hands, there's a bomb in the villa, run..."
Before Qiao Xia could finish, a loud explosion sounded.
Her whole being was like a thunderclap.
What about Mu Liang?
She felt icy all over, barely able to hold her phone, and for a good five minutes, she heard a rough cough, the breathing deep and husky, familiar to her. Qiao Xia's heart relaxed, and she almost cried out.
