If Steward Pang was a member of Dark Night Rose, then killing him and questioning his spirit would yield plenty of information, speeding up the hunt for Black Impermanence. Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of delight.
Black Impermanence had remained unfound for so long; Zhang Yuanqing was even more anxious than Fu Qingyang.
"But why did he want to kill me? At a time like this, killing me would only create unnecessary complications." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't figure it out.
"He has his reasons for wanting you dead. Once I kill him, we'll know after questioning his spirit." Fu Qingyang opened the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine and two stemmed glasses, and said, "Want a drink?"
So this was where Li Dongze got that habit from. Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "Do you have any cola?"
Fu Qingyang put one of the glasses back and said blandly, "Then wait until this is over and buy some yourself."
He sipped the tart red wine, looking entirely natural, not at all like he was about to kill someone—more like he was heading to a private club.
Perhaps only a great family that had been wealthy for generations could cultivate such calm composure. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't manage it. His mind was filled with thoughts of how to brutally kill Steward Pang, how much the man knew about Dark Night Rose, and how much risk he would have to bear if the operation failed.
The two did not speak again during the ride. Fu Qingyang held his wineglass and gazed out at the night, taking an occasional sip.
Zhang Yuanqing reclined his seat and lay flat with his eyes closed, restoring his energy.
About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang set down his glass. At almost the same time, the business van