Lin Jingsheng woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like a thief had broken into his house. In the past ten years of trading arms, he trained himself to become a top-notch special agent just in case, so he could deal with powerful threats. While he was not at Xiao Qiao's or Wesley's level, he was more alert and perceptive than most special agents. If someone broke into his house, he could quickly wake up from sleep. Lin Jingsheng reached for the gun under his pillow, loaded it, and thought to himself that tomorrow he must hang Morgan up and give him a good beating. He's in charge of the Guard at the Prince's Mansion, and such a slip-up was unacceptable. If he didn't beat Morgan, he felt he'd be too lenient.
Lin Jingsheng tiptoed to the window. His room was on the northeast corner of the second floor, quite far from the Prince and Princess Consort's master bedroom, so he didn't alert anyone. He also wondered, even if Morgan was negligent, Kobe shouldn't have overlooked it.
