"So, Prince, are you deliberately sending him to the Northern Region?" The Captain of the Guard asked, clenching his fists emotionally.
Li Chongjin nodded, "Yes, only by giving him hope can he unwittingly walk into a death trap, isn't that right?"
The wind around grew stronger, and in the dim moonlight, his face was obscured. Only his cold, hard profile was visible, reminding one that he was no longer the gentle lamb he once was, but a hunting wolf.
And a wolf is most adept at seizing weaknesses, striking with unerring precision.
Most of the night passed.
Zhang Zhonghai and Chen Tianmin were both struggling to stay awake, so they went to the adjacent room to rest.
Liu Ruying looked at the pile of dossiers on the table, scratching his head with some concern, and asked, "Sir, what should we do? We can't find anything. Should we find more people?"
"No need."
