"Please, Fourth Lord, give me another chance. I will definitely find the goods for you."
"Hmm!" The woman released Yao Zheng, and her ethereal figure flashed in front of him, disappearing as silently as she had entered. Deflated, Yao Zheng collapsed to the ground; just moments ago, he felt as if he had brushed past the edge of death. He let out a heavy breath and lay motionless on the carpet.
"Are you sure these items are untouched?" Hua Qingyi pondered while driving, flooring the accelerator towards the northern district. The items he had painstakingly retrieved were deemed useless—impossible! He banged on the steering wheel in frustration, unsure of how to face Xiao Lin. Gazing at the mess of numbers, texts, and unintelligible calligraphy, he wished he could dig the deceased out of their urn and demand answers.
