Never a Third Time

Zhao Hai froze for a moment.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong and instinctively turned to leave.

Unfortunately,

he was too late.

Wang Ye smiled and casually draped an arm over Zhao Hai's shoulder. "I have one little flaw: I'm protective of my property."

"If it isn't mine, I'll take it."

"If it is mine, no one else is taking it."

"I hadn't even gotten around to eyeing the little bit you have on you, yet you've already set your sights on mine."

Zhao Hai felt the steadily increasing force in Wang Ye's hand. His mind raced, but his face remained calm.

"I accompanied Zhang Ziliang on his final stretch."

"Do you know what his last words were?"

"Before he died, he told me a great deal about the Heaven Group, about humanity, and about you."

"He said—"

At that moment, Zhao Hai was practically using every ounce of his intelligence. With clear logic and an earnest expression, he looked at Wang Ye and said,

"Shut up!"

Wang Ye decisively cut him off. "There's a ninety percent chance you made that up, but I don't dare gamble on it. What if you make it too moving? Then I'd have to part with my money."

As he spoke, Wang Ye decisively closed the warehouse, pocketed the key, and left.

Watching Wang Ye's retreating back, Zhao Hai spoke again. "Don't you want to see Zhang Ziliang's belongings?"

Wang Ye paused.

He let out a helpless sigh and turned around. "You win."

"Take me there."

Zhao Hai's expression did not change as he headed toward his office, but inwardly, he felt just as stifled.

For fuck's sake, his life had come to this—

he actually needed a dead man to shield him.

Even though his Dao heart was clear now, he could