In a luxurious and secluded villa in the East Sea, the plump boss Tian Xiong was still holed up on the sofa, with his assistant Ma Zhen kneeling on the ground, desperately slapping his own face.
"Enough." Tian Xiong's soft voice rose, with a lazy feel to it.
At the sound, Ma Zhen stopped, his originally gaunt face now swollen like a steamed bun.
"So much money spent, so many people recruited, such great risks taken, and in the end, all for nothing. Ma Zhen, I highly doubt your abilities," Tian Xiong said indifferently, yet his tone bore a dangerous edge.
Ma Zhen was terrified. Since the "xingchen stone" incident, his success rate had been zero! He knew the maxim in his boss's life—those who are useless can only be discarded! This "discarding" didn't mean giving up, but disappearing, vanishing from the earth!
"Boss, the men from Langya said they will continue to be responsible, they have already sent the top assassin from their organization." Ma Zhen grasped at his lifeline.
