The man in black armor slowly began peeling away the solidified second skin. After some time spent carefully removing the fake layer, the true face behind the mask was revealed.
It was a young man in his late teens, around eighteen to twenty. The face was clearly Lian Cheng. His eyes were filled with hatred and resentment as he glared at both Wei Chen and Jian Heng.
"Here's our man," Wei Chen said, then turned toward Jian Heng, who was sitting in the gazebo with a smile, as if enjoying the show. There was not a trace of surprise on his face.
"You don't seem surprised at all," Wei Chen said.
"Why would I be surprised? Brother Wei, it was within my expectations," Jian Heng replied nonchalantly as he sipped the tea in front of him.
Jian Heng set down his cup and looked around at the group of men in black armor. They were the same people from the Underworld Palace he had seen at Wei Chen's engagement ceremony.
