บท 63: Waste

"So, we should consider Lu Jun-hui dead then or you just kidnap him in china?" She asked by taking a seat beside his chair. Saying so, Onyx laughed been a little cynical whereas not expecting a positive reply from the man as she knew what she asked was unlikely to happen. After all, the person she was addressing belongs to the Lu family whose head is now Lu Jianjun himself.

Tilting her head, Onyx's expressions twisted in discomfort as she glanced at Kai before looking down at her artificial arm. Just then her brows knitted deeply as she hissed in distress, keened in agony as if been tortured.

Taking a deep breath she caressed her right hand over the left arm to ease the bone piercing pain crawling up her sleeves.