At that moment, Chen Jie glanced at Tang Ziyue, his brows filled with indescribable mockery, his eyes seemingly like those of a god, brimming with contempt, terrifying, too terrifying!
This had been a plot from start to finish, the funeral itself was a trap, a trap aimed at the Gang Leader.
And he had foolishly believed that the plan was to use the coffins to transport metal out of the city, when in fact, he had fallen right into the trap.
How stupid he had been.
Then it was like casting a wide net, waiting for them to walk willingly into it, while he and the Gang Leader had stepped in unaware, becoming his prey.
What was the purpose of all this?
As Tang Ziyue realized this, a bitter smile involuntarily surfaced on his face upon noticing those coffins, understanding that everything Chen Jie had done was for those twenty-eight guards, to make the Gang Leader kowtow in apology to them.
Was it really worth setting up such an elaborate scheme just for a group of guards?
