It was just such a simple sentence, and after it was said the other end hung up. The supermarket boss was so scared his legs went weak, but he still went to the appointment as agreed.
Prosperous Era Tower is a luxurious five-star hotel owned by Zhan Moxiao, towering sixty storeys high, reaching into the sky as if it touched the clouds.
Tonight, the hotel had cleared out all its guests, and a pair of rows of burly black-clad bodyguards stood guard at the entrance. On the rooftop, Zhan Moxiao stood with his hands behind his back, silently looking down on the ant-like flow of cars and pedestrians below.
Behind him was a row of burly black-clad bodyguards, and in front of the bodyguards was a wicker chair. Sitting on the wicker chair was a three-year-old little boy, with Li Dan by his side.
The boy must have been terrified, holding a box of milk and sucking on it quietly, not daring to make a sound.
