Meanwhile, at the villa complex where Dugu Cheng resided
On a night dark and windy, perfect for murder and arson.
Dugu Cheng was awakened from deep sleep, dressed neatly and sitting on the sofa in the living room, his face grim, his clenched fists revealing that his heart was not as calm as it appeared.
He had not expected the assassin to act so quickly. Perhaps his actions in hiring bodyguards extensively across the country had provoked the other party to launch an attack earlier than everything planned.
For Dugu Cheng, life was of utmost importance, far more so than Star Iron. But unless driven to absolute despair, he definitely wouldn't hand over the Star Iron.
"Have you called Director Li?" Dugu Cheng asked.
"I have. Director Li is organizing manpower, and he will arrive with his team within half an hour at the latest," the butler replied softly.
Dugu Cheng nodded lightly, his inner anxiety slightly alleviated.
