Zhu Wencong looked at the document in his hands, his brows knit tightly together, and his face grew increasingly grim.
Hong Tianqing stood by, indicating that he was ready to take action at any time, without the need for any mercy.
"Forget it! What's the point in bothering with a bunch of fools!" Zhu Wencong tore up the document and walked over to the windowsill, gazing out at the azure sky.
Due to Zhu Wencong's recent frequent visits to old friends and his regular appearances on the streets and alleys,
it gave certain people an opportunity to use Zhu Wencong's head to earn fame and fortune, to make a killing.
According to all the information gathered by Hong Tianqing, it was a Han-Chinese executed, White-people financed assassination plot to take out Zhu Wencong.
The specific plan was summed up in two words, "gamble, wait," choosing a street frequently traversed by Zhu Wencong, to lie in ambush.
