Who had done it no longer mattered.
Qiu Ping was dead. That was that.
For those he had brutally murdered, and everyone who hated him, it was undoubtedly cause for a champagne-worthy celebration.
Yang Hao only vaguely suspected that Zhou Kai had something to do with it. But he had no intention of asking. Some things were better left unsaid; bringing them up would only invite trouble.
Everyone had a side they kept hidden in the shadows, one they rarely showed to others.
From the first time he crossed hands with Zhou Kai, he'd sensed there was more to the kid than met the eye. He was hiding quite a lot...
Now, Yang Hao could only hope that Zhou Kai was simply holding back, and wasn't hiding something else—something more twisted and dangerous.
"As a competent bodyguard, I have to take responsibility for the young lady's safety."
"Brother Zhou Kai, looks like I'll have to keep a closer eye on you."
Teaching Fischl and the other two couldn't really be called hard work.
In less than three hours, today's lesson was over.
Everyone went their separate ways, but Zhou Kai wasn't in a hurry to leave.
First, he could get a free meal. The villa had a cook who made excellent food.
Second, this was a rare chance to find somewhere quiet. It was time to get in touch with that old friend and ask for some help.
Half an hour later, after eating his fill, Zhou Kai strolled onto the lawn in the backyard. Dew still clung to the tips of the grass, and it felt cool beneath his feet.
He took out his phone, thought for a moment, then called the guy who'd lived in the bunk above him at university.
Memories came back to Zhou Kai,