"Mr. Yin, clean up the scene before the cops get here!" Tan Le had just finished speaking when he suddenly felt a cold sensation at the back, a gun pressing against him.
It was Mr. Yin!
"Mr. Yin, you..."
Mr. Yin let out a cold laugh, abruptly shooting the bald man, and then pressed the gun to Tan Le's back again, "Young master, do you really think this fool could turn the tables?"
"So it was you all along?!" Tan Le gritted his teeth, never imagining that the person his father trusted most, the elder he respected most, was the mastermind behind this whole event.
"Kid, forgive me. I've waited for decades for your father's death. As long as you're alive, I'd never get my turn. It's not your fault nor mine, it's the way of the world. I will give you a grand funeral!" At the end of his speech, Mr. Yin looked horrified. He was about to pull the trigger, but where had his gun gone?
Snap!
Before Mr. Yin could make sense of the situation, he was slapped across the face.
