"Then what do you mean?" Zhan Beiye asked, confused.
If neither of them could kill Ming Fucheng, was he supposed to die on his own?
Ming Fucheng treasured his life, so he wouldn't slit his own throat with a knife. No matter how stupid he was, he wouldn't be that stupid, right?
Qian Jiyun curled his finger, gesturing for him to come closer.
"Hm?" Zhan Beiye swiftly leaned his chair and himself towards Qian Jiyun.
Qian Jiyun whispered something in Zhan Beiye's ear, causing the latter's eyes to light up. He glanced at Qian Jiyun.
"Are you two serious? This is exciting."
"I can't think of a better solution. Let's leave it at that for now. Ming Fucheng isn't smart enough, so we can use this method to lure him in," Qian Jiyun said.
"Alright, let's do that." Zhan Beiye slapped his thigh, and the three of them came up with a plan to deal with Ming Fucheng.
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