"I think so, because I saw that date, September twelfth." Fang Daquan said.

"Tomorrow?" Zhao Tiezhu suddenly felt anxious. He didn't realize that those people were planning an assassination. Didn't he send back the arms to let those people's plan succeed?

Thinking of this, Zhao Tiezhu stood up and called the security guard at the door and said, "Go and look for the scar. He should come back and ask him to come to me."

Zhao Tiezhu's voice was impatient, so the security guard turned and ran downstairs to find the scar.

Fang Daquan, according to his original intention, wanted to let Fang Jing dispose of him at will after...