Chu Jipeng put down his wine glass and smiled faintly, as if everything was under his control, all planned out.
"Everything starts with a little assistant."
Under the escort of his security, he walked out of the manor, heading toward Director Liu's home.
......
'Click!'
Zhang Fusheng twisted the last security guard's neck.
He looked at Chu Jipeng, who was collapsing on the ground, and rubbed his chin:
"Why did you plot against me?"
"Even though I don't know what you've plotted against me."
Chu Jipeng, who just left Liu Yuan's house, trembled his lips. Hearing this, he almost jumped up.
No.
Are you crazy?
Don't know what's being plotted… then it's just speculation.
Just speculation, and you came to kill me??
Zhang Fusheng studied Chu Jipeng's eyes, roughly guessing what the other was thinking,
He scratched his head:
"Well, I don't like using my brain, so dealing with malicious people like you, there's no mistake in killing..... Besides, are you going to speak or not?"
