Wang Yuanzheng spent a long time trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't.
He couldn't tolerate a stain, much less an unexpected deviation from the plan.
That was a line carved into his very bones. Now, then, certain obstacles had to be removed.
Wang Yuanzheng scooped the soaked tea leaves out of his teacup, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed hard.
The bitter juice burst across his mouth. The intense sting eased his anxiety a little.
Once he had steadied himself somewhat, he picked up the encrypted communicator beside him.
He dialed a number saved as "West Mountain Hotel, Boss Hu."
"Hello, it's Wang Yuanzheng."
A hearty voice immediately came from the other end. "Mr. Wang? At this hour? That's not like you. Run into trouble?"
"Qiu Ping is dead."
Wang Yuanzheng was blunt.
"I need you to clean up the mess immediately."
Sometimes, failing to solve one problem only led to an even bigger one.
Failing to assassinate a martial artist while exposing their hostility was the height of stupidity.
This mess no longer belonged to his useless nephew. It now implicated Wang Yuanzheng himself—and even the entire Wang Family.
Boss Hu was silent for a moment before saying, "I've reviewed the information. The target couldn't possibly have been strong enough to kill Qiu Ping."
"Most likely, Chen Ping did it... He has the ability, and the motive."
"You know how protective he is of his own, don't you?"
Wang Yuanzheng's expression instantly twisted into a scowl.
"Boss Hu! I don't want to discuss this bullshit with you! I don't care who did it!"
"Your hotel's service keeps getting worse! You could've sent someone more professional and settled all our problems in one go!"
"If it takes two or three attempts to kill someone, and you cause