This was a conspiracy that had stretched on for decades.
The player at the chessboard was truly profound, having factored in the Four Major Families of Beijing into his calculations several decades ago.
And to this day, they still do not know who the hidden black hand is behind the scenes.
Xiao Chen instructed Jiang Qi, "Jiang Qi, take these three people out first."
Jiang Qi glanced at Gu Cong and led the three people out.
Once the door closed, only the two of them remained in the room, so quiet you could hear each other's breathing.
The two lit cigarettes at the same time and sat side by side, appearing very harmonious as if there were no grievances between them.
Gu Cong spoke up, "What do you think?"
A layer of mist clouded the depths of Xiao Chen's eyes, profound and complex, his voice low, "It should be true."
Gu Cong's lips were tightly pursed, "It looks like we still have to put on a play."
Xiao Chen turned his head, his lips curling up slightly, "Is that not good?"