Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights shone brilliantly, yet they failed to illuminate the surging terror in the depths of his eyes.
On a rainy night twenty years ago, was that little girl whose eyes he had gouged out with his own hands now watching all of this through Zhang Ming's pupils?
"Get the car! Contact the South American branch immediately!" He suddenly hurled a crystal ashtray at the wall, and the flying shards carved savage cracks into the bulletproof glass.
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