Another of Han Wangfu's trusted underlings had died—under mysterious circumstances, he would naturally call Wuming again.
But this time, the answer Wuming gave was barely acceptable to him.
"Damn Wei Tuo, if it weren't for Elder Han paying a fortune to help him escape the foreign assassins' organization, he would have died long ago and wouldn't be alive today. Yet, he had the nerve to betray you and conspire with Tao Zhongwang, a forget kindness and violate justice dog!" Zhang Tai cursed angrily.
Han Wangfu waved his hand, not wanting to bring up the past again.
Besides, for some reason, he felt as if there was a heavy stone pressing on his chest these past few days, making it hard to breathe.
He went to see a doctor, who told him there was nothing wrong with his body—it was his spirit that was troubled.
