Chapter 1181
- Xing Buhuo smirked and said, "But don't we still have you?"
- Jiang Xingyu's expression darkened. "He took my sister's life. I must make him pay with his own blood."
- Clara Beacham emerged from the kitchen with her homemade pork jerky and braised pork. She overheard Jiang Xingyu's last words and a peculiar gleam flickered in her eyes. Lowering her gaze, her long eyelashes shielded the emotions within.