Rong Jin rushed behind him, only to find a jagged piece of sheet metal embedded in Fu Xiaoquan’s back. His entire back was a canvas of blood. So that was the coppery scent she’d smelled earlier… The sight sent a sharp pang through Rong Jin’s heart. She immediately unwound the silk scarf from her neck and pressed it against the wound, trying to stanch the bleeding. “Xu Ping, hail a cab!” “Right!” J