"You make it sound so simple!"
Xie Anjun was so furious he laughed.
"His Majesty sent his best men after them. Do you think that group is so easy to deal with!? Besides, do you really think just anyone could've handled this? If word gets out... I'd like to see what you do then!"
He had a point. Although Fan Chengzhuo was resentful, he could only swallow his anger.
In the end, he could only give a cold warning, "That's your problem. In short, if he's really brought back to the Capital City, the first to die... will be you and me!"
A muscle in Xie Anjun's face twitched, his features contorting.
'He was filled with utter regret!'
'If he had known it would come to this, he never would have agreed to work with Fan Chengzhuo and Zheng Baosu!'
'Now he spent his days on edge, unable to even get a good night's sleep!'
