Bo Tingxiao took several drags of his cigarette, fell silent for a moment, and then spoke again, "Xiao Qi, Huizai's death..."
Before he could finish, Li Qiao closed her eyes and laughed, "Brother Xiao, he... isn't dead."
"What did you say?" His suddenly raised tone was enough to show the extent of his shock.
Countless thoughts sprang up in Bo Tingxiao's mind but still seemed inconceivable to him.
How could Xiao Yehui, who was believed to have perished in the explosion, still be alive?
Li Qiao explained concisely, and as she looked back at the night sky, she heard Bo Tingxiao's voice, heavy with disbelief, "He's the current Duke Charlman?"
The two were silent over the phone line for a long time.
It wasn't until Bo Tingxiao forced himself to accept the fact that he spoke with an obscure tone, "Xiao Qi, do you suspect that the Military Department's network map was tampered with, directed by the British behind the scenes?"
