The middle-aged man Chen Zhi sighed, shook his head, and knew that the last glimmer of hope was gone. Even if the master were lenient, he would never tolerate Qiang's betrayal. Not to mention, the master was never a lenient person.
Qiang's actions were simply courting death, beyond redemption.
Sighing, Chen Zhi looked at Qiang: "If you release the two young ladies now and kneel to apologize, I think the master might, on account of... past sentiments, spare you this time."
When he said this, cold sweat was already forming on Chen Zhi's forehead. Because this was tantamount to making decisions on behalf of the master! The master, throughout the endless years of Xiushui Villa, was known by no one better than him.
However, Qiang eventually abandoned even this last chance for himself. He couldn't even detect the hint in Chen Zhi's words, totally oblivious that Chen Zhi was hinting that the master had returned.
