While the Chinese man watched Yun Lintian, a sturdy western man walked to his side and said. "Judging from the direction he is heading in, are you sure he is not insane, Mister Zhu?"
The Chinese man, Zhu Ding, put the binocular down and glanced at the sturdy man with a faint smile. "Of course not. He is not an idiot. Do you know how many people had suffered in his hand back then?"
The sturdy man went silent. Before he accepted this mission, he had investigated Yun Lintian before, and the result made him terrified for many days. On the bright side, he was a genius doctor who saved countless lives, but behind that white gown, he was a ruthless grim-reaper who ate everyone's soul.
"How's the preparation?" Zhu Ding sat down on a comfortable chair and took a sip of fine wine. His expression was extremely relaxed.
The sturdy man replied. "We can start at any time."
