Somewhere in New York, Jiang Zhen was staring at the picture in his hand while sipping his wine. His phone lit up with an incoming call, and he picked it.
"Got the picture?"
Jiang Zhen smiled. "Yes. Got Yang Mingshen?"
The man on the other side clicked his tongue in disdain and annoyance.
"Seems that is a no."
"Only because that woman pushed him aside. Or Yang Mingshen would have been dead. That moron was useless. Couldn't even stab him with a cutter when his attention was diverted."
Jiang Zhen chuckled. "Yang Mingshen is the devil's incarnate. He wouldn't die so easily. The Yang's are just as untouchable as the Jiang's. Not for long though…"
"Heh. I saw the news. Jiang Wei was being carried in a stretcher. Your boys did a good job. Beaten him to a pulp."
He just smiled and stared at the picture the other man clicked of Lihua and Mingshen standing outside the hospital.
"What's your plan?"
