"Dad, rest assured. I’ve hired a top-tier assassin. He will definitely take that brat’s life and avenge you," Zhong Run said, his hair slicked back and a cigar dangling from his lips.
He was Zhong Gongcheng’s only son, having recently returned from abroad with a polished veneer. He hadn't made many decent friends, mostly associating with a crowd of sycophants. The idea of hiring an assassin had come from these associates, who had advised him to post the contract on the dark web to avoid detection.
Zhong Gongcheng’s face was ashen. He held little hope for the recovery of his limbs. The only reason he was still clinging to life was to see Xiao Yang’s corpse with his own eyes; only then would his hatred be satiated.
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