He Juan was choked speechless when he heard that. Damn it, he could not believe that he, of all people, could make such a simple error!
It seemed like whatever drug was coating the bullet had messed with his mind so much that he became clumsy all over. The fact that he was facing Mu Yuze – the sharp and brilliant Mu Yuze with his superb observational skill – made the situation even worse!
"Xiao Ze…" He Juan palmed his forehead helplessly. But this time, he had no way out anymore.
He Juan had not turned on the light when he entered the room, only relying on the moonlight and the streetlamp glow filtering in through the window to illuminate his way. And at that moment, the gentle ray fell on his back, drawing Mu Yuze's attention to the torn fabric on his right forearm. With his keen eyes, Mu Yuze spotted the long gash, and it appeared that He Juan had not treated his wound, as the surrounding fabric was stained with half-dried maroon blood.
