In the morning, just as Chen Zhezhe and Qin Xin were eating breakfast, Liu Jiang—who had pointed a gun at Chen Zhezhe yesterday—stood in a luxurious villa, hardly daring to draw a full breath.
Sitting quietly in a chair in front of him was a middle-aged man.
This man had fair, refined features, making him look more like a university professor, except for a scar on his left cheek that stretched from the corner of his eye all the way to the edge of his mouth. The single knife wound nearly split his entire face in two, ruining his scholarly aura.
Chapter 37