Zhao Zhongtian returned to his residence, where his son Zhao Gui and his assistant nicknamed Blackpi approached him.
"Dad, how's the situation with Uncle?" Zhao Gui asked, "Was anything left behind in my brother's death that could incriminate us?"
Zhao Gui was full of aristocratic flair, but couldn't hide his playboy nature, making one feel he was an extravagant second-generation rich kid at first sight.
"I'm afraid there's a little trouble." Zhao Zhongtian said solemnly, then looked at Blackpi with a probing gaze and questioned, "Didn't you guarantee that the murder was carried out flawlessly, ensuring we wouldn't have any trouble?"
"It was indeed watertight. The driver who hit Zhao Hai has already been discreetly dealt with, leaving no trace, no evidence whatsoever. I can vouch for this." Blackpi said confident, "You should trust my capability. The assassin was personally deployed by me, and I maintained direct contact, leaving no clues, that's absolutely certain."
