Fang Mi watched as the yacht disappeared from his sight before he laughed coldly and turned to leave.

All his plans were in place.

No one was allowed on Qiankun Island now. So even if Jiang Ning and everyone else perished on it, no one would find out.

Jiang Ning thought that Qiankun Island was a symbol of romance and eternity.

He wasn't wrong about that. If they died there, they could be together for eternity.

Fang Mi got into his sportscar and headed straight for South Gate Villa.

Since Jiang Ning was destined never to return, it was high time he cleaned up South Island's illegal circles. Similarly, the island's tourism trade had to revert to its previous operation model. Now that Jiang Ning wasn't around to meddle, South Island ought to return to its old ways.

The only difference was that the person who enjoyed all this was now was Fang Mi and not Nan Batian!

"Is everything ready?" asked Fang Mi as he drove the car. "Don't hold back. They mustn't leave Qiankun Island. I don't care where they get buried as long as they are dead!"

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receiving confirmation that his plans on Qiankun Island

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illegal circles

all the way back to South

"What?"

had the men who were supposed to

was a little

to get it into some of the men's heads. Even though Nan Batian is dead, Jiang Ning is still around. How could they be so

the car, then walked straight into South Gate Villa. It was now his

sides of the door to welcome Fang Mi as he entered were nowhere to be seen. All he saw was an empty living room with dozens of people lying in a

were his trusted

floor was covered in blood, and there were even some broken limbs. The air reeked so intensely

pale as both his legs

and greed was nowhere

man sitting in the sandalwood chair. Fang Mi screamed loudly like a

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