Red Shirt smiled and pointed at the one who raised his hand. "I know you. Nguyen Thiên Tinh. Black Glove of the Nguyen Corporation. The amount of blood on your hands is comparable to the amount on mine."
Nguyen Thiên Tinh's face oscillated between red and white. He wasn't afraid that people would know his crimes. In fact, many people knew what he did. However, he did things cleanly, making it impossible for others to have any dirt on him. It's why he had remained free all this time. However, he was definitely not someone who dared to admit to his deeds in public!
Hence, Nguyen Thiên Tinh diverted the topic. "Honorable Mr. Red Shirt, is the monk you are looking for Fangzheng?"
"Fangzheng? Yes, that rings a bell. Do you know where he is?" Red Shirt asked.
"Yes, I do. However, Mr. Red Shirt, if I were to tell you where he is, can you…" Nguyen Thiên Tinh wished to negotiate, but at the next moment, a gun was pointed at his head!
