Zhang Lu urgently inquired about the whereabouts of Red Skull, her gaze piercing and exceptionally sharp.
No kidding, how could she not be anxious?
Red Skull was a major criminal, hidden deeply, immensely guilty, finally surfacing now—how could she possibly remain calm?
"Dead." Chu Mengyao and Chu Biyao exchanged glances, finding Zhang Lu's appearance amusing. Eventually, Chu Biyao straightforwardly spat out these two words, explaining Red Skull's current state of life and death.
"Mengyao mentioned it on the phone already, I know Red Skull is dead, but where's the body? Where is the person?" Zhang Lu lunged forward and grasped both of Chu Biyao's shoulders, urgently saying, "Give me a straightforward answer, will you? Do you know how significant the issues Red Skull is involved in are? My dear, please don't keep me in suspense, will you?"
"Let go, you're hurting me." Chu Biyao murmured in grievance.
