Bar.
In the private room, Pei Wei picked up an envelope and opened it to find a stack of photographs.
The man in the photos was handsome and cold, the woman beautiful as if in a painting, and she was smiling so happily.
These were the photos of Gu Xiaozhan and Mu Anhan on the streets of the Imperial City, eating flatbread and giving flowers. They had returned from Weihai.
Gu Xiaozhan was not only uninjured, but he was full of vigor, and the woman beside him was stunningly beautiful, with no sign of melancholy.
Of course, he knew how formidable Gu Xiaozhan's combat ability was; it wasn't easy to kill someone like him.
At the very least, he'd hoped to injure him a bit, stir things up on the public networks, link his attempted assassination with oil, and let the crowd speculate.
Yet he was completely unharmed, how could Pei Wei swallow this?!
He snapped his fingers, signaling his men to dispose of the photos.
