Hearing the puzzlement in Dick's voice, Chu Jin slightly narrowed her eyes and continued.
"Because I have a deck of Tarot cards in my pocket, I'm afraid they'll be stained by a river of blood later. It doesn't matter if I die, but the Tarot cards are sacred and must not be desecrated. I hope you can fulfill this small request of mine."
Song Shiqin's eyes narrowed slightly, dark and deep, his face impassive.
But the hands behind his back made a gesture, signaling to start the operation.
To capture Dick, the world fugitive, he naturally wouldn't have come with only a dozen people.
The hidden forces had already begun to move.
When Dick heard the words "Tarot cards", his whole body visibly froze for a moment, the strength in his grip lessened slightly, and he quickly moved the dagger from his waist to the fair and beautiful neck of the young girl.
He said coldly, "I will fulfill your wish!"
The surroundings became somewhat quiet.