บท 331: Who Says That This Life is Without Regrets?

"Disappeared… it must have been… a fortnight… since they vanished," the man said trembling, "Even the people who were monitoring them have… also… also disappeared…"

"Bastard!" Jing Meng suddenly stood up, and kicked the table with his foot. He then stomped his foot in rage and cursed, "A bunch of useless people! A bunch of…"

He walked back and forth in the room, roaring anxiously. He was like a tiger shut inside a cage; his face fierce, and body trembling with rage.

He turned around to discover that those people were still present in front of him. He couldn't help but get furious. He flung his hand into a slap, and shouted, "Aren't you aware that looking at you is making me angry? Get lost!"

As his tone faded away, that person's head went rolling into the air. The cavity of his neck was oozing blood. In his rage, Jing Meng hadn't put any restraint on his strength; just with a slap of his, that man's head was sent flying…