At night, the city was as bustling as ever.
Tang Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the bustling traffic and vibrant lights below.
He swirled the red wine in his glass, the crimson liquid appearing eerie under the lights, emitting a silky fragrance that subtly seeped into his nostrils.
He recalled the last deal.
Xu Leisong was doomed; that golden light array could teleport him underground, and if no one discovered him, he would turn into a skeleton over time, only seeing the light of day again when the building collapsed years later.
Of course, Liu Xianglei was also restless. He did all of this not for money, power, or fame, but simply to savor the thrill of revenge.
So someone like him would definitely not be able to contain the excitement and would leave subtle clues, thus provoking the Xu Family. Perhaps, very soon, he would be on the police's radar.
