How did that punk Zhang Zi die, and what about the treasures on him?
Qin Dong's eyes shifted, squeezing out crocodile tears, and he began to wail.
"Zhang Zi, my good brother, how could you just die like that."
Qin Dong dashed forward, crying rather "sorrowfully."
If it weren't for having witnessed Qin Dong abandoning Zhang Zi at the clinic without a care, those henchmen who delivered the corpse might have actually believed their brotherly bond was deep.
Seizing the opportunity to howl, Qin Dong secretly searched Zhang Zi's body, not even sparing the belt, but found nothing besides the cold corpse.
Infuriated, Qin Dong, disregarding his earlier mourning, grabbed a nearby clinic henchman.
"Tell me, where is Zhang Zi's treasure?"
Qin Dong didn't actually know what Zhang Zi had hidden, but vaguely recalled that Zhang Zi had concealed something.
