C258 A Gift for a Better Tomorrow

Gazing through the sniper scope at the figure heaving rhythmically, Xiaoming wore a peculiar expression. He glanced at his watch—it was the dead of night—and mused about the Wen Family Head's intriguing behavior.

"It's this late and you're still not done with your affairs? Well then..." Xiaoming whispered to himself, his finger inching toward the trigger. "Let me lend you a hand