Fu Xiangchen dropped and rolled, sweeping his leg out in a low arc. The two of them tore through the apartment, from the hallway to the living room, then into the kitchen, turning anything within reach into a weapon. Yan Luo clutched a shard of ceramic in one hand, a splash of crimson staining the pure white porcelain. Fu Xiangchen touched the thin scratch on his neck. The sting of pain sent a jol