Xun Zheng was stunned.
He wasn't foolish; he understood immediately.
Zhou Yu wasn't done killing; he wanted to continue provoking the higher-ups of the Letian Association.
What on earth was he trying to do?
Xun Zheng's mind was filled with fear.
"What? Do I need to ask you a second time?"
Zhou Yu's icy voice instantly snapped Xun Zheng back to reality.
He quickly nodded.
"No, no, no, there's no need; I will listen to everything Mr. Zhou says."
Xun Zheng couldn't care less by that point; he knew that the conflict between Zhou Yu and the Letian Association was far beyond what a small fry like him could interfere with. His only concern now was to save his own life.
...
Tong Yingzi's office.
Qin Lan paced anxiously back and forth in the office, holding a mobile phone in her hand. The phone's screen displayed a stopwatch timer.
Ever since Zhou Yu had left, she had started timing.
Eight minutes had passed by now.
"Why hasn't Zhou Yu messaged me yet?"
