The secretary agreed and left Mr. Chen's residence.
Only the man was left sitting in his wheelchair with a defeated look.
"It's time for me to resolve all of this."
He looked determined to die.
...
And at this moment, in Emerald Lake, the Gu family's villa, Lin Qiye, focused on training his talent, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyebrows jumped wildly.
"What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel uneasy?"
Lin Qiye frowned.
It was only for a moment.
He had a feeling that there was a flaw in his calculations.
Or rather, there was a missing link in the SSS-Grade rating requirement.
"This is strange. This ominous feeling doesn't come from the Painted-skin Demon, nor does it come from a foreign enemy. I've chopped off a few limbs of the Painted-skin Demon, and it can't stand up anymore."
Lin Qiye cut off the few roads the Painted-skin Demon could choose.
