Chapter 123: Weakness is the Greatest Original Sin _1

"Zhao Yiheng is dead?"

In the Presidential Suite of Pingjiang's top-ranked Longding Hotel, a handsome young man lounged shirtless on a sofa, while a beautiful woman in a sheer dress sat beside him, feeding him grapes that she had peeled.

In the center of the living room, a plain-looking middle-aged man with black-framed glasses calmly reported, "Yes, his son Zhao Musheng died with him."

The beautiful woman's figure was slender, and her translucent dress hinted at the enticing curves beneath, but the middle-aged man seemed not to see her at all, his expression undisturbed.

The Young Man's face showed a hint of surprise, "Root them out? Interesting, who killed them?"