Ran Wushuang's threat, Lin Hao naturally heard it.
And heard it very clearly.
However, he didn't say anything, nor did his expression change at all.
Upon exiting Zhu Wei's home, he saw a black sedan parked on the street outside.
Lin Hao took the lead to open the door and got into the car.
Ran Wushuang sat beside him: "Let's go."
Hearing this, the driver immediately started the car and left Zhu Wei's home, speeding away.
"Kid, I don't understand why my master wants to meet you personally. Still, you'd best hand over the Ruoyuan tonight, or you won't see tomorrow's sun," Ran Wushuang suddenly spoke without emotion in the quiet car, his words cold and harsh, clearly holding a grudge against Lin Hao.
Yet Lin Hao paid him no mind.
He never bothered talking too much to a dead man.
"If it were not for the master's orders, how could you have sat in the same car with me, this son? You would have been slaughtered long ago," Ran Wushuang snorted coldly.
In less than half an hour.
