The heaven's Scripture

Ever since Jiang Zhiyuan was released from prison, he had been very calm and collected, as if the ups and downs of the first half of his life were like a dream.

For such a bold person who had walked on the edge of society, who was lawless and had no moral constraints, he was still bound in the end.

Feng Zhongliang coughed and laughed silently.

Xiao Liu placed a glass of warm water by his hand and watched as he removed the lid and took small sips of water.

"I'm guessing that he might have something to do with the recent disappearance of a man named Zeng Shao."

His eyes were filled with worry, and when he said this, Feng Zhongliang's drinking action did not change.