"Think about it," Bai Qinchen said, releasing her hand. "Right now, the God Realm Committee is merely wary of Tang San and wants to keep watch over them. This fire isn't burning fiercely enough yet. If, at this critical moment, a few more people on the God Realm
Committee's side were to die..."
At these words, all the women on the couch shuddered.
The Godess of Kindness even drew a sharp breath, staring at him in disbelief. "You mean... you want to strike at the Committee's people? But how could you possibly hide that...?"
"Hide? What is there to hide?" The corners of Bai Qinchen's mouth curved upward as he said unhurriedly, "We can simply do what we did with Rong Nianbing and Chang Gongwei-have those closest to them, the people they least guard against, deliver the killing blow. A knife plunged into the softest spot is the deadliest, and it's also the least likely to leave
any trace of our involvement."
He paused, the mockery at his lips deepening. "When the time comes, even if the God Realm Committee turns the heavens upside down, they won't trace it back to me. They'll naturally lay this blood debt at the feet of Tang San and his lot. After all, who else would have both the motive and the strength to stir up trouble in the teeth of this storm?"
Listening to his scheme, a glimmer of understanding flashed through the Godess of Kindness's beautiful, shimmering eyes.
She nestled softly against Bai Qinchen's broad chest and nodded gently in thought. Then she lifted her exquisite face, her red lips parting, her breath fragrant as orchids. A dangerous gleam faintly crossed her eyes as she said, "Since you intend to strike at the God Realm Committee's inner core... do you want me