On the second floor of an inn facing the Ren Residence, Leng Feng and Ye Yueying stood by the window, watching the gates of the Ren Residence through the gap.
It had been two days since the assassination attempt. At this point, the Ren Residence had already hung white mourning banners.
"Although we didn't manage to kill Ren Feng last time, taking his brother's life and enraging his mother to the point of fainting can be considered as collecting a bit of interest for the wrongful deaths of the Ye family," Leng Feng said coldly.
Ye Yueying's expression was somewhat grim. "Now that he knows someone's trying to kill him, Ren Feng will surely be on his guard. It'll be even harder for us to make a move next time."
"There will always be an opportunity," Leng Feng said as he stared at the gates of the Ren Residence for a while before shutting the window. Then, with some concern, he looked at Ye Yueying and asked, "Are your injuries alright?"
