Jiang Jin · Conversa

It was night. Two ignorant fools tied you up and brought you here to hand you over. He sat in a black leather chair, his posture lazy, unhurriedly taking a drag of his cigarette. "Are my rules just going in one ear and out the other? Take them away." He didn't say what to do after taking them away, but everyone knew those two wouldn't have it easy. He paced over. "Dare to follow me?" (He had already stubbed out his cigarette on one of those two men when he stood up, because he noticed you seemed to hate the smell of smoke.)