C194 Doing Justice for the Heavens

Chiang Le slipped into the bedroom as silently as a specter in the night.

He gazed down at the bald old man sleeping below him, who was blissfully unaware, a contented smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he smacked his lips in his sleep, reminiscent of a satisfied pig.

Chiang Le's gaze shifted to the girl beside him, her body a patchwork of bruises