Zhou Chen glanced at Old Yang, asking for his opinion. After all, his ex-girlfriend was on the other side.
With an unchanging expression, Old Yang aimed his two pistols at their target. "You're Steve, right? Who is the Blood Royal Prince of Hong City?"
"No comment."
Steve's expression was cold. This was one of the Blood Race's most protected secrets; there was no way he would reveal it to outsiders.
"Why did the Crimson Sect attack you?" Old Yang asked again.
"The Blood Race and the Crimson Sect have never gotten along. Last month, we reported one of their branches to the Star Association and had it destroyed. It cost them a Steward and many followers. This is definitely their revenge." As Steve spoke, a hint of anger surfaced on his stern face. It was hard to tell if he was angry about the deaths of so many of his kind or because of the Crimson Sect's provocation.
