It was a cold night. Frigid winds were blowing smoothly when two men peaked into the great Lu mansion like wraiths, impalpable from the guards.
Lu Qiao Yan came out of the bathroom, wearing his bath robes. Today, he purposely lowered his guard because he was tipped by his spies that 'The Wan's' would send some weaklings to threaten him.
After all, it had been a long since Lu Qiao Yan returned and his enemies hadn't sent any gifts to him.
The two men covered in black costumes with guns in their hands went straight to Lu Qiao Yan's room. They saw him sleeping on the bed, covered with a quilt. They slowly reached close and removed the quilt only to see pillows and cushions.
Instantly someone from behind fired bullets at them on the spot and their bodies lye there lifelessly.
On the other hand, Yang Yifeng called Rong Zhi as he was worried about Lu Qiao Yan.
''Rong Zhi, did you call Lu Qiao Yan?'' Yang Yifeng asked him.
