Zhong Niangyao leaned back, a picture of languid comfort, with a smile curling up the corner of her mouth, "People who have a grudge against me? Oh, there are indeed quite a few!"
"Of course, if you wanted to ask who has the ability to hire a hitman, then I could tell you that those people who hold a grudge against me, they all have such capability."
In a few words, she had pre-empted Han Xin's follow-up questions.
Han Xin looked down, pondered for a moment, then spoke up, "Then Lady Zhong, who exactly is the person pulling the strings behind the scenes?"
"Captain?" Lu Fei exclaimed in surprise.
Clearly, he had not expected that his seemingly wise and astute captain would ask such a foolish question. Zhong Niangyao was supposed to be the victim, right? Now the captain was directly asking the victim who the perpetrator was—wasn't that just nonsensical?
Moreover, even if Zhong Niangyao did mention a name, would that person really be the murderer?
