"When you get back, I'll have another task for you."
"With a two-pronged attack, we'll make sure he dies without a burial ground!"
"Don't worry, Boss. You can count on me!" Sun Zixuan took the silver, a fawning yet cruel smile on his face, and quickly departed.
After holding back for so long, he finally had a chance to get revenge on Chu Fan.
He walked faster and faster, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face.
In the empty hall, Zhou Ye stood alone.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting his face in shifting light and shadow.
A cold smirk slowly formed on his lips.
'Chu Fan, so what if you're talented?'
'The Seven Stars Gang is no place for you to act so arrogantly!'
'Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being merciless!'
...
Chu Fan returned to his residence and sat at his table for a moment, his face devoid of any emotion.
He had never forgotten the time Zhou Ye stabbed him.
