Chapter 822 Yao Qing’s Death

• Cold sweat as big as beans burst from Yao Qing’s face like hard rain. He was completely rattled.
• He’d thought knocking off a Drakon in little Cloudhaven would be smooth sailing. So he barely bothered with the loose ends at Donglin Fresh—just left a few guys to guard the place.
• He never expected a surveillance clip to pop up from there—now the one piece of proof that could bury him. Clearly the men he posted forgot to wipe the footage.