Memories of the Seventh-Layer Box

There was no “Scorpion,” and no drug deal. He had made up that address on the spot. He just needed an excuse, one that would draw Zhao Kai and everyone else away.

He had to make sure that tonight, he would be the only one inside Wu Zhigang’s house.

Night fell.

Li Feng drove his own car to the upscale residential complex where Wu Zhigang lived.

He didn’t enter through the main gate. Instead, he circled around to the back and climbed over a wall more than a meter high.

Wu Zhigang’s home was a two-story villa, completely dark at that moment, like a silent beast.