Jiang Zhen slowly sat back on his couch. He tilted his head, all the scenarios running in his mind with a different perspective.
Shen Yang…really you…
His gaze turned frighteningly cold. His most loyal aide was showing his back to him and getting too ambitious.
He angrily laughed. "Quite ambitious huh?"
Chang Fang nodded. "He always was. When we worked under Jiang Wei, he rose to the ranks of Chief of the security forces too quickly. He squashed all his competition like bugs, and he dictated all the gangs under him. It seemed like he loved being at the top."
He narrowed his eyes and stared at him. "I want you to take charge of handling the subjects which Jiming gives to us. I don't fucking want that bastard to steal anymore subjects."
Chang Fang gasped. "M-Me?"
