C156 Assassination!

The figure in the black cloak appeared to be in his forties, gaunt to the point where his cheeks were nothing but skin stretched over bone. He emerged and headed straight for Fong Baobao's room.

Ren Xiaotian, left in the room, sighed at Fong Baobao's departure before settling into a meditative state once more.

The room was bustling with activity; some people were playing games