Wen Renche indeed received the news of the confrontation between Hua Fu and Old Hei early the next morning.
Hua Fu had been shot twice and was now lying unconscious in the hospital, while Old Hei... would sleep forever in the fierce evening wind.
Their mutual destruction was a perfect opportunity for those who had already prepared to close the net.
"Ah-Shi, shall we act tonight?" Wen Renche extinguished the cigar in his hand the moment the girl stepped through the door.
When she sat down beside him, he covered her legs with a small blanket he had prepared ahead of time.
"Has Ming Jian arrived?" Yu Zhi lowered her gaze.
She rummaged through her pocket, found a piece of candy, unwrapped the blue paper, and placed it in her mouth.
The sweet, subtly rich flavor filled her mouth instantly, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
Like a little cat indulging in a treat, she was the picture of endearment.
