"Understood," Ling Xiangyang nodded slightly, "Leave the rest to me to handle."
A gloomy aura emanated from their bodies, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop suddenly.
This time, for them, it was a fight with their backs against the wall.
It was either Qin Jiang died, or they did!
After all, they had provoked Li Lang this time; if such a high-profile figure discovered their collusion with external forces and the leakage of Literary Institute secrets, they would surely have no way out.
Nightfall.
Inside Villa No. 1 at Dinglong Bay.
Qin Jiang and Xu Muge sat together on the sofa, chatting as usual.
Suddenly, Qin Jiang's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sensed several powerful presences rapidly approaching the villa.
Zhao Yuefei also walked out of her room at the first moment.
Seeing this scene, Xu Muge's expression also grew solemn.
"Qin Jiang, you've made the right bet this time," Zhao Yuefei said with a light laugh, "These people are in a tight corner."
