Ye Jiuliang tossed aside the stick, stood up, and said, "Let's go."
The desolate town was without a single light on the streets, only the weak moonlight faintly providing some illumination.
"Aqian, how did you find this godforsaken place?"
"I had just arrived in Country F that day, and halfway there I encountered a man in black. I followed him and ended up here," Ji Mingqian said slowly.
"Ajiu, the man in black was wearing a mask, but I feel like his build and movements are very familiar."
"Do you suspect the man in black is Hen Zheng?" Ye Jiuliang's eyes narrowed slightly as she organized her thoughts and quickly grasped his implication.
Ji Mingqian hummed in agreement; they were all too familiar with Hen Zheng's skills.
"How credible do you think it is?" she asked.
Ji Mingqian replied, "Sixty percent."
That skill set, as well as the habitual small movements, were identical to Hen Zheng's.
