The next day, Ye Huang and his entourage flew to Country C.
Hua Ziyan and his lackeys were all under Lin Song's control, just waiting for Ye Huang to deal with them.
A group of people was detained together, and among them were two familiar faces—Ye Li.
"More impostors!" Ye Huang sneered.
After giving up the search, he became more rational. However, those familiar faces still pained his heart.
"Yes, they're all fake, I've tested them." Lin Song said, "They all confessed, it's Ling Mohan's grand scheme. Ye Huang, Ling Mohan really wanted to take you out!"
Ye Huang curled his lips coldly: "Too bad, I took him out."
"What? Mr. Ling is dead?" Hua Ziyan raised his head in shock.
Lin Song kicked him: "Didn't you know already?"
"I... I still held onto hope..." Hua Ziyan lowered his head, he might really die this time.
Mr. Ling is dead, no one can save him now!
