Chapter 721 Mr. Han, You're Playing With Fire

• Moon Xiangmeng held the miniature bomb in her hand and stood frozen, her facial expression changing.
• Meanwhile, Han Zhang, who was leaning in the shadows not far away, had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his thin lips. His slender and powerful fingers played with a lighter, repeatedly igniting and extinguishing the flame.
• As the faint glow from the lighter illuminated the darkness, the man's deep and piercing black eyes observed her like a hawk.