Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan exchanged a glance, the corners of their mouths curling up into identical arcs.
In the pitch-black eyes that shone with insight into the human heart, Ye Jiuliang rose and walked over.
About a meter away from him, she stopped.
Ye Jiuliang looked up at him, her chilly voice void of emotion, "It seems I misjudged you, I knew that our K organization's people would never betray us."
Wang Shuo hung his head, remaining silent.
Across from him, Li Mochan with his sharp eyes noticed the slight movement of Wang Shuo's hand hidden in his pocket, and his face darkened.
"Master Jiu, Mo Ce has a new plan coming up, and he…" Wang Shuo's voice trailed off, a hint of ferocity flashing in the depths of his eyes.
Now was the moment.
He drew a dagger from his pocket, its blade glinting coldly, and thrust viciously towards Ye Jiuliang's heart.
