C107 Murderer

Leng Tien-ying lit a cigarette, the moustache at the corner of his mouth rising, but I could see that he wasn't smiling. He was weighing the pros and cons.

With Zhou Man's current state, knowing all the information we each have, this price, Leng Tieyin cannot afford to gamble.

As for Lu Jiang, he also knew what was going on. Although he was the one who proposed it, from the looks of things