"You may go. One finger each. Just this once. Don't let it happen again." Wang Tianshuang shot the two a cool glance before turning back to look out the window.
"Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Master! Thank you for the mercy of sparing our lives!" The two kowtowed profusely, thanking him over and over as they scrambled out of the room. They gently closed the door, then gritted their teeth, each pulling out a dagger to sever one of their own fingers. Daring not to make a sound, they picked up the fingers from the floor and departed.
Wang Tianshuang stood alone in the room, his expression grim. He gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
「In Africa.」 Ye Fei violently slammed his phone onto the ground, cursing in a rage. "Damn it! Useless! A bunch of useless trash! I spent all that money and they still couldn't kill Zhou Fan!"
Ye Fei was absolutely furious. He wished he could kill everyone in the room just to vent his rage.
