In Hu Qinghai's mind, the scene from last night at his mansion suddenly reappeared.
In the middle of the night, in the villa, Hu Qinghai was wearing reading glasses, sitting at his desk, leafing through medical texts.
Just then, a cold wind swept in from the balcony connected to the bedroom.
And then, an old man draped in a black cloak appeared in his bedroom.
Hu Qinghai looked up at this black cloaked elder and said, "Senior Brother Wu, visiting so late at night, what can I do for you?"
"Kill someone for me," the black cloaked elder said in a low voice.
"Senior Brother Wu, I am a doctor, I only save lives, not take them. Besides, you're an elder of Hidden Kill, isn't it easy for you to have someone killed?" Hu Qinghai smiled faintly.
"If I could have killed this person, I wouldn't have come to you. If you agree, you can get one-tenth of Deng Group's shares, worth billions," the black cloaked elder said.
