The next day.
Outside the hotel.
At some point, many unfamiliar faces had appeared.
Ma Fangshan stood on the top floor, looking down at the ground, his brow involuntarily furrowing.
As the Ma Family's second-in-line heir, his vigilance was beyond question.
"Young master, there are a lot of unfamiliar faces downstairs."
His secretary strode into the room and reported the unusual discovery.
"They're probably Old Second's men, but why would he suddenly send people to watch me?"
The Ma Family's young masters were all seasoned actors.
Old Second, in particular, always liked to present himself as honest and kind.
"Looks like... his talk with Old Ninth went well yesterday."
Ma Fangshan fixed his gaze on a black van not far from the hotel.
A man with instant noodle hair leaned against it, smoking leisurely.
The secretary noticed Hi Dog too and whispered, "Should we hide?"
"I don't know what the second young master is planning, but Old Ninth didn't attack him yesterday, and now he's turned up with his people today. Something's definitely going on."
The secretary offered a brief analysis.
Given Old Ninth's temperament, the fact that he hadn't hacked Ma Qingshan to death yesterday could only mean Ma Qingshan had reached an agreement with him.
Otherwise, Ma Qingshan couldn't possibly have walked out of the Ming King's Residence alive.
Ma Fangshan lit a cigarette and took a sullen drag. "Old Ninth might be crazy, but as a hired gun, that guy never botches a job."
He tapped rhythmically on the floor-to-ceiling window, his mind racing. "Do you think Old Ninth would dare come after me?"
The secretary didn't answer.
Ma Fangshan smiled bitterly. He had his answer too.
"They're moving."
The two men in the hotel widened their eyes.
Downstairs, a hooded man jogged over to the black