In the dead of night, Li Xin lay on his bed, looking out the window, pondering the next move. It was obvious that Montreal was just a lackey, a white glove, and the real master behind it was Zhao Xun. This was not a lucky guess; even Lao Luo, and perhaps the Chief Bishop, had Zhao Xun as their target.
Lao Luo had a sense of justice, but since Li Xin hadn't met the Chief Bishop, it wasn't easy to judge. Aside from justice and responsibility, the conflict between the Chief Bishop and Zhao Xun stemmed from their positions, which sometimes were more reliable than a sense of justice.
This time, the Chief Bishop severed one of Zhao Xun's hands and struck him twice. If Zhao Xun didn't retaliate, his lackeys would probably feel endangered. The matter wouldn't end so simply. There was a Zhao Qing by his side, which could be a good breakthrough point, but he had no leads until the opponent made a move.
