"Ding Hao."
After a long pause, Xiang Qiang coldly spat out two words, yet they were so determinate.
Everything the female assassin had said was true; indeed, he had taken a group of people to eat at the Hilton yesterday afternoon, including Ding Hao.
Midway through the meal, Ding Hao suddenly left the table. At the time, Xiang Qiang did not pay much attention, assuming Ding Hao had gone to the restroom. However, he later noticed Ding Hao sitting at a nearby table talking with a man and a woman, and that woman was this female assassin.
At the time, Xiang Qiang thought the man and woman were Ding Hao's friends, so he smiled at them, out of pure courtesy, and then promptly forgot about it afterward. But he had never expected that this polite smile would plant the seeds of disaster.
