Chapter 5 (2/2)

They had witnessed prisoners escape, but seeing someone lock themselves up—that was a first!

They could not win a fight against her, what should they do?

Just as they tried to help each other up onto their feet, ready to leave the prison, the vice-captain glanced toward Quan Jin, who was sitting on the bed in the cell. In her hand was a black coloured cellphone.

He paused, hurriedly checking his pockets.

That was bad.

Why was his cellphone in the hand of that witch?

He watched as Quan Jin dialed.

“Is it done?” a middle-aged male voice blasted from the other side, “Remember to clean it up. I will deal with the Quan’s of Jiang myself”

The vice-captain and his men stood, dumbfounded: it was the voice of a higher-up at the headquarters.

“Hello? Say something! You haven’t messed up, have you?!”

Noticing the impatience and frustration in the man’s voice and Quan Jin’s sinister smile, the vice-captain lost his mind.

It was over. This time it really was.

Six pairs of eyes stared at Quan Jin’s lips and broke into cold sweat, clamping their fingers tightly, almost as if waiting for a death sentence.

“What on earth are you doing? I order you to speak! Is Quan Jin dead or not?!”

Quan Jin held the phone to her lips, “Who is dead?”

Turning the speaker on, she silenced the other end of the phone, smugly.

“I’m sorry to disappoint. I’m healthier than a bull!”