Le Zhengyi never imagined that not long ago, Huangfu Shang, who had pledged alliance with him and formed a community of interests, would, in such a short time, see him as a discarded pawn and disappear without a word.
At this moment, he was still in the villa at Zhongjing Haoting, anxious and unable to sleep at night.
He smoked one cigarette after another, his mind in turmoil, constantly sighing.
Jiang Feng's strength was far beyond his imagination. If he had known, he would never have been so blinded by greed and chosen to go against Jiang Feng!
Now with a fierce tiger beside him, he felt uneasy all over.
He wanted to reverse his move and call Zhou Rongfa or Jia Youcai, asking them to plead with Jiang Feng on his behalf, to spare him once.
But he was afraid that doing so would mean he was giving himself away?
Jiang Feng might not know yet that the assassin was hired by him. If he confessed, he would expose himself and put himself in even more danger!
