"But..."
He appeared before An Tao, his eyes gleaming with a ghostly spiritual light, and asked:
"Is Linghu An really dead? Was his death related to you?"
"..." An Tao's face twisted with a grim expression, his emotions shifting back and forth, eventually growing stagnant. He slowly nodded:
"Yes."
Fang Zheng's expression darkened. He had anticipated this answer, but confirmation brought a sense of discontent.
Another familiar face was gone.
"Phew..."
Gently exhaling a breath of foul air, he reached out and grabbed the other's collar:
"Let's leave here first and talk later."
The specifics still needed slow interrogation; this crowded place was clearly unsuitable.
"Leave?" Just as he was preparing to leap onto the rooftop with An Tao, a cold voice sounded:
"Where do you think you're taking Brother An?"
Before the voice had faded, three figures had already appeared in the courtyard.
One man and two women.
