C195 At the Lunch Banquet

Surveying the blood-splattered floor, Zhang Lei slapped his thigh and lamented, "Mr. Han... you've put me in a real bind here! If Mr. Yang holds me responsible, what are you going to do?"

A cat weeping over a dead mouse, indeed! Han Feng scoffed inwardly at Zhang Lei's self-directed charade.

Just minutes before, after Zhang Lei had left, Luna had tipped off Han Feng