"Are you sure he'll come?" Chu Zhongtian asked in a deep voice.
Ling Chongsheng sneered, "It's his only chance for revenge. If he doesn't come, he'll never get another chance."
"It seems you've arranged everything."
"Yes."
Chu Zhongtian chuckled, "That's good. In that case, go ahead and get busy, the performance should be starting soon."
"Okay." Ling Chongsheng stood up to take his leave. Watching his departing figure, Chu Zhongtian's eyes flashed with a sinister glint.
He took out his phone and dialed a number, "Proceed as planned."
"Yes," the person on the other end responded and then hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Jian Wu had already slipped into the backstage of the opera house.
The opera house was too big, and the backstage area was very spacious; he hadn't encountered many people along the way.
After finally getting information out of a staff member on Liao Hanyan's whereabouts, Jian Wu headed straight to the makeup rooms on the second floor.
