Half a day later, at the Lin Family in the Imperial Capital.
"Well done!"
Listening to Lin Yi's report, Lin Gaoxiang nodded in satisfaction.
Although there were some unexpected incidents, the outcome was as he had anticipated.
"Many European bigwigs enjoy toying with women who possess martial arts skills. Now that Lin Churan has fallen into their hands, she can forget about ever returning."
He looked at Lin Yi, fiddling with the teapot in his hand, and said with indifference.
Tsk, those Europeans got lucky!
Lin Yi's mouth curled into a sneer. He too had coveted the beauty of his own cousin.
"By the way, was the job done discreetly enough?"
Lin Gaoxiang once again raised his head and asked seriously.
"Father, rest assured, absolutely discreet!"
Lin Yi patted his chest in guarantee; he had chosen that particular restaurant and cleared it out, ensuring no one would know what happened inside.
And that old man from the assassin organization would certainly hide his own tracks.
