At this time, Zhenlei Duomo had already guessed Tang Xiu's identity. She was both surprised and glad, and yet, a complicated expression could be seen on her face. One of the very reasons she came to Mist Source Island was to find out the situation with the cultivators in this mysterious Far East country. It would be best if she could find news about the woman who had nurtured and educated her.
"Do you know my identity, Monseigneur?" asked Zhenlei Duomo. Still, vigilance was there on her face.
"How could I possibly not know the famous she-devil who is the second in command of the Mexican Reston mafia and also rumored of having both wits and strength? Regardless, I never thought that we would meet here on Mist Source Island. It seems that the number of people who cast their greedy eyes on the resources produced by China is quite a lot indeed!"
"Since you already know who I am, please tell me who you are, Monseigneur," said Zhenlei Duomo coldly.
