Wang Zhanting looked at his nephew with a bit of sympathy. Xiao Lin's intelligence lay not in what he did, but in knowing how to use people to accomplish things. Preparing everything overnight wasn't something one person could do.
How did he deploy it? Wang Zhanting suddenly wanted to know. He had always kept his eyes on him, and the recurring negative news proved enough that Xiao Lin had no opportunity to design in secret. Just dealing with the assassination attempts and petty tricks set by Fatty Wang was already difficult to manage, and according to reports from those monitoring in secret, Xiao Lin had no suspicious activities beyond meeting a few fixed people at a few fixed locations.
