In the south of the Yangtze, the esteemed Nine Dragons bowed his noble head.
Song Chaoge remained silent.
In the expensive royal suite, you could hear a pin drop. The silence was terrifying.
Geng Long, head bowed, didn't move an inch.
"It's none of your business."
Finally, a voice broke the silence.
Neither happy nor angry.
Geng Long lifted his head, as if about to say something but then decided against it. After all, there was no need to explain.
Despite the cunning opponent who even used a human shield, one couldn't expect the other to just succumb, could they?
"...Young Master Song, should I leave Haojiang first?"
"Why would you leave?"
Song Chaoge, with his back turned, never spun around.
"The entire Haojiang is searching for the murderer, I'm worried..."
"Have you seen them?"
Geng Long fell silent for a moment before grunting in confirmation.
Song Chaoge quieted down, then shook his head and sighed, "Too hasty."
Geng Long pursed his lips.
