"Boss..."
Seeing Xie Feiyue's spiritless and disheartened appearance, Li Yang took a cigarette out of his pocket and passed it over.
The events of tonight had left him somewhat baffled.
First, there was the bloody corpse that appeared in the villa; then there was Xie Feiyue, who seemed crazed with the wish that he himself was sick...
There were moments when he even doubted if he was trapped in a long and vivid dream.
But whether it was a dream or something else, he was now sure of one thing: the once high and almighty Xie Feiyue, who seemed able to do anything, was actually no different from him.
He too was human, not a god, and there were things he couldn't do; before someone more powerful, he too was insignificant.
At this moment, his former reverence for Xie Feiyue had vanished, leaving only pity.
"To the Wang Family!"
