When he saw Huang Qisheng again, the once refined and easygoing Boss Huang now had a sallow face covered in stubble, as though he had suffered some inhuman torture. His clothes were tattered, faintly stained with blood, and he looked utterly wretched.
The moment he saw Lin Shuguang, Huang Qisheng dropped to his knees as though he had found his only lifeline.
He wanted to say so much, but the words stuck in his throat.
In just seven short days, everything had changed... Had he not held on to his blood feud, he truly would not have lasted until now.
"Mr. Lin..." At that cry, Huang Qisheng could no longer hold back his tears.
He believed he had never wronged anyone, and he had worked conscientiously throughout his years in Demon Martial.
Yet in the end, his wife and child had died horribly in the street!
It was utterly laughable.
Lin Shuguang looked at Huang Qisheng kneeling before him and let out a quiet sigh.
Just then, the sound of more than a dozen sets of footsteps came rushing toward them.
A group of assassins appeared!
They stopped just a few meters away.
They eyed Lin Shuguang with uncertainty, and their leader demanded coldly, "Who do you work for?"
Expressionless, Lin Shuguang looked down at Huang Qisheng. "I'm no philanthropist. What do I get out of helping you?"
Huang Qisheng withdrew his furious gaze from the assassins and wiped the tears from his face. "I have nothing now. I have nothing to give you," he said earnestly. "But I have ability. I built a fortune of over a billion in five years, and I can start over and rise again! If you're willing to help me, sir, I swear that I, Huang Qisheng, will serve you as my master for