Chapter 492 - The Snake Moves (II) (1/2)
”Indeed, Master. His name is Jang Shin from the Jang family. He is no longer especially serving a young miss from the Tang family, although he still inter—”
The butler was about to go into details when he was cut off by the man on the couch.
”Not that. I am talking about the one behind it. The real mind who made this golden hen,” while Ming Zhi Yi said that, he knocked on the reports about ZD World.
”...Is master referring to Zhou Linfeng?” the old butler asked hesitantly.
Ming Zhi Yi's pitch black eyes which were an exactly a replica of Lu Jin's lifted to stare at the butler coldly.
The butler sweated.
Ming Zhi Yi suddenly smiled.
He was a handsome mature man, more charismatic, and with greater masculinity than Lu Jin, his son. He exuded dangerous yet seductive charisma.
”Of course. Who else will it be? It is amazing how this seemingly weak man managed to hide this huge project. It even eluded your keen eyes and sharp ears,” Ming Zhi Yi said meaningfully.
The old butler suddenly threw his knees down on the ground. He bowed his head solemnly.
”I am lacking. This butler know his mistakes.” Ming Zhi Yi nodded, smiling.
His face lit up with that smile, but it was more terrifying than his cold eyes to the butler.
”Butler Qian must know what to do. If he has to cut off his ears and gouge his eyes out, then replaced them with better ones, perhaps Butler Qian will be more reliable and capable, don't you think?”
Butler Qian sweated.
”En. Master speaks truth.”
Ming Zhi Yi took his eyes off him.
Butler Qian knew what to do.
Gouge the eyes out and cut off the ears.
He needed to replace his people with better ones.
Even though Butler Qian felt unwilling to lose his capable men, he did not have a choice. He fished out his phone and made a phone call, while still on his knees.
”You are all relieved from your mission.”
He simply spoke these words and cut off the call.
Dismissal was a heavy word.
They were no longer needed. Useless. Thus, it meant death.
Only death could ensure that the secrets were buried in this dangerous game.
Butler Qian felt as if a piece of his flesh had been cut off.
Although those people were orphans from the slums, Butler Qian still had given extensive efforts to train them. But precisely because they could be thrown away with one word from their masters, that Butler Qian tried not to allow himself to linger any emotion towards his students. Yet he still felt low.
Ming Zhi Yi was satisfied with Butler Qian's choice. He threw the report at the side and went directly to the second subject of their discussion.