'He hasn't succeeded yet, but the idea is extremely ambitious,' Jiang Xinghai mused.
Leng Ning remained silent, her gaze fixed on the deceased Yan Haifeng.
"When it comes to the deaths of your grandfathers, don't pin the blame on me publicly. I'd rather not have your fathers' generation holding a grudge," Jiang Xinghai said as he rose to leave.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but he wanted to avoid the endless hassle that could interfere with his plans.
Yan Duo certainly didn't dare to object. Instead, he asked with a look of anticipation, "Mr. Jiang, you mentioned before that you could attach dog limbs for me. You see..."
"You really want dog limbs?" Jiang Xinghai stopped in his tracks.
"Yes, absolutely!" Yan Duo said urgently. "Life without limbs is just too inconvenient."
