I opened the door, and there he was: Qiao Jinmo.
Boss Qiao was here to take me out for the night.
Standing well over six feet, Qiao Jinmo loomed in the doorway, his sheer presence a cold, oppressive weight. He stared down at me. "Ruan Ruan," he said, "you're coming with me tonight."
A glance over his shoulder confirmed it: his right-hand man, A Li, stood behind him, and the corridor beyond was lin
















