Li Mingguo recognized at a glance that what Yue Rou was holding in her hand was the Yue Family heirloom—a double-edged military saber.
Li Mingguo sneered dismissively, "Do you have any idea what the punishment for assassinating an officer is?"
"We're already guilty; adding one more charge doesn't make a difference."
Jing Yiren braced herself on the armrest with her hands, slowly standing up with an unconcerned effort.
The two women.
One a convict whose sentencing was deferred for a year; the other, a spy whose identity had not been exposed.
"Just the two of you? One phone call and they'll all rush in!"
Li Mingguo scoffed in disdain, and then took out his mobile phone.
But just as he took out his phone, it was kicked away by a swift spinning kick from someone behind him.
"And me!" A familiar voice came from behind.
Li Mingguo turned incredulously, his eyes wide as he stared at Butler Chen.
