Mu Xuri looked at the man's eyes filled with murderous intent, and immediately became tense.
"Yu Zhen, what do you mean?"
"How can the failure of this mission be my fault?"
"If it weren't for the lack of strength of the people you sent, how could it have failed?"
He blamed the organization as well, every time they sent someone to assassinate Mu Xiaojiu, they failed and came back.
If they succeeded, there wouldn't be so much trouble.
Yu Zhen smiled, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.
"My people not strong enough? I even sent my son, and still not strong enough?"
"If it weren't for the incorrect information you provided, would my son have died in the Mu Mansion?"
Mu Xuri's body trembled, his face full of astonishment.
"What? Your son?"
He hadn't expected that among the dead assassins, one was Yu Zhen's son.
His clenched palm was unconsciously sweaty, and he raised a hand to wipe his forehead.
