At that moment, Fan Wudao, the Family Head of the Fan Family, received news of the Shadow Guard's death. His expression turned grim.
The Shadow Guard is dead. It seems Lin Kuang's strength is even greater than I imagined, he murmured to himself, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
Fan Bingbing was already under his surveillance. Of course, it was a subtle form of monitoring that didn't strip her of any rights. After all, as the Family Head, he had to maintain a façade of "justice." However, he had all of her communication devices monitored, and any text message she sent was immediately intercepted. This was the reason Lin Kuang hadn't heard from her in days!
Only my son can take the position of Family Head of the Fan Family! No one else is worthy! Lin Kuang, is it? Fine. This time, I'll send you to your grave. You are as good as dead.
With that thought, Fan Wudao picked up the office phone and dialed a number. Within moments, the call connected.
"Hello, Family Head."
