Tang Kun nodded, "Please rest assured, Young Master. Although Tang Wanqian is not dead, the Tang Sect is no longer the Tang Sect it once was. All the members are under my control now."
"Don't let your guard down." Song San frowned, perhaps it was the case before, but that Yang Ruxin is the biggest variable.
Tang Kun didn't dare to contradict and could only nod.
"Young Master." At this moment, Re Mei walked in, "They have gone to the inn on Sky Street."
"Have the people been tracked down?" Song San's eyes flickered slightly.
"No." Re Mei shook his head.
Song San turned to look at Tang Kun: "Can you handle it?"
"No problem." Tang Kun nodded and then took something out of his bosom and pressed it onto his face—it was a human skin mask, instantly turning the original Tang Kun into a stranger.
Song San nodded in approval and turned to leave.
