"I know."
Zhang Beixing nodded. He had considered this point well before the killing. And after the killing, he had also treated the long spear with hydrogen peroxide. Even without that recent phone call, he wouldn't have had to worry about any problems arising. This was also why he could remain calm and composed throughout the entire process. He had every reason to be confident.
Zhang Beixing sipped his tea leisurely.
It was at this moment that the ringtone of the cell phone on the table sounded: "Daddy, your son is calling you, daddy..."
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing reflexively looked over and discovered it was an unfamiliar local number from Ancient Rome.
Zhang Beixing had initially intended to hang up directly. But then he recalled what had just happened. He had a hunch this call might be key to that Black Ghost officer's departure, so he answered it.
