"Yiling, should we kill him?" asked Caiting from the driver's seat. "How about we find a scapegoat, run him over with a car, make it look like a traffic accident?"
"There's no need for that. Some people from the department will handle it," Yiling shook her head and said, "You go back with my junior sister first. I'll take care of what follows."
"Oh!" Caiting acknowledged.
Where there are people, there is Jianghu.
No matter the era, the grudges and resentments within Jianghu will not fade with time.
This world was beyond Lin Zhenghui's imagination.
By the time he saw Miss Zixia again.
She was pale as paper, suffering from internal injuries.
"Little man, why are you staring at me? Are you feeling heartache for me?" Zixia asked, watching Lin Zhenghui furrow his brows.
"How badly are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Lin Zhenghui was truly distressed for her.
So beautiful, like a Heavenly Immortal, now beaten until she vomited blood.
Any man would feel heartache.
