"What's wrong?" Jiang Jianfeng sensed that something was wrong and asked.
The skinny man handed the tablet to Jiang Jianfeng.
"Mr. Jiang, take a look for yourself."
Jiang Jianfeng took the tablet and glanced at the contents on it. His pupils constricted slightly, and his expression was as strange as it could be.
What was Xuemei Palace playing at?
He didn't even want to take advantage of the capital he had built up over the years?
China's number one assassin organization actually stopped accepting missions to kill people?
It was like a tiger that ate grass instead of meat!
How was this possible?
He glanced at the website and confirmed that there was no login error.
A wave actually rose in his heart.
