Inside a gloomy thatched house in Zhonghai, an ugly old crone sat inside.
Zhang Shoushan walked into the house cautiously, regardless of his high position, but in front of this old crone, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
"What do you want from me?" the old crone asked coldly.
"Witch, I come to you because I want to kill someone," Zhang Shoushan said.
"Kill someone? You know my rules," the old crone said coldly.
Zhang Shoushan nodded: "Of course, as long as you're willing to take action, I'll transfer the money to your account right now."
The old crone snorted coldly: "Give me the information on the person you want to kill. Within three days, I want his damn life."
"Yes, yes!" A manic smile appeared on Zhang Shoushan's face.
Lin Chen arrived at the hospital where Li Yuqing's injuries had almost fully recovered. She kept clamoring to be discharged, but Lin Chen flatly refused her request.
"No, you can't be discharged from the hospital yet," Lin Chen said sternly.
