At least everyone who saw Mr. Li said he had gone mad after coming back from the hospital.
He seemed utterly out of it, his face pale with a bluish tinge and his eyes stretched wide. He looked terrifying.
Mr. Li was very rich, and his house was in an upscale residential compound. Apparently, the night he returned home, he hired fifteen or sixteen bodyguards to surround him. He even had people spray lethal doses of insecticide throughout the house, leaving insect corpses scattered for miles around the compound. Everyone living there had been forced to move out, cursing him furiously.
The old bastard really had gone mad after his brush with death.
It was the behavior of a complete lunatic.
But whether he was mad or not, he was certainly harder to kill now.
Two o'clock the following afternoon.
After getting enough sleep, Xie De climbed out of bed and started revising his plan with a headache.
Hearing the news, he realized the capitalist had clearly guessed that someone was trying to assassinate him, which explained all this. Xie De did not know why he had neither reported it to the police nor cooperated with their investigation, but with him staying home all day like a frightened bird, Xie De could not even get near him, let alone kill him.
The little house centipede was no use now, either.
This was a pain.
Tapping his fingers on the table, his tied-back hair hanging down along his shoulders, Xie De studied the information on the desk.
The old bastard lived in a small detached villa with eighteen bodyguards and two housekeepers. He was the only member of the household living there.
The detached villa had plenty of windows, and the bedroom even had a floor-to-ceiling window.
Eight hundred meters beyond