The night is deep.
Qinghe City.
Leng Family.
Old Man Leng was dressed in his nightgown, sitting on the edge of his bed in his bedroom.
Not far from him, a man covered in blood was kneeling on the ground, shivering.
If one looked closely at the man's face through the bloodstains, they could barely make out that this man was the Taoist who had been by Leng Wujiu's side earlier.
"Speak, why did you try to escape?" Old Man Leng's hair and beard were grey. He was in his seventies, but still looked strong and commanding, his eyes piercing.
As the Family Head of the Leng Family and the Third Secretary of the Azure Dragon Commerce, Leng Bosun knew one thing best: discretion.
Usually, he kept a low profile, yet he allowed his second son, Leng Wujiu, to be ostentatious and domineering outside.
Just because he wanted to tell people that although the Leng Family kept a low profile, it didn't mean they didn't know how to be high-profile.
