In Capital City, as Zheng Renjue listened to a middle-aged man's report, his face turned increasingly pale.
Suddenly, the teacup in Zheng Renjue's hand fell to the ground.
"B*stard! Even the experts I sent couldn't even kill that kid, yet that b*stard actually used such a despicable method! He's really embarrassing me!"
Zheng Renjue stood up, trembling with anger.
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked the middle-aged man, "Is Little Yi still in Jiangnan Province?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
"Young Master Zheng should be in Medicine King Valley. He might be on his way back."
"Not good!"
Zheng Renjue's expression suddenly changed. He understood Ye Chen's personality and how decisive the latter was when it came to killing others.
By now, Ye Chen probably knew that his son had something to do with the incident.
Zheng Yi was in danger!
Zheng Renjue quickly took out his phone and dialed Zheng Yi's number.
