"Haha, if they can assassinate Tu Tianxiong tonight, it must be good news for us." Chen Hua, the smiling tiger, said.
"Haha, if they can really kill the boss of the Mountain-cutting Calligraphy, that's good news for us." Wang Tiange thought so too. If Tu Tianxiong was really going to be assassinated by the machete, the crowd in the Mountain-cutting Calligraphy would immediately become a group without a leader, and they wouldn't be able to exert much power in such a short time. Maybe the Mountain-cutting Calligraphy would also be torn apart. However, would the boss of the Mountain-cutting Calligraphy be killed so easily? Wang Tiange didn't believe that the machete could kill Tu Tianxiong so easily.
"I also think that the Big Brother Tu Tianxiong will not be able to do it," said Chen Hua,
