"Yang Zhentian, I bet you didn't expect to fall into the hands of our Sakura Society, did you? We were still wondering how to lure you out, but you couldn't keep your cool and showed yourself, which saved us a lot of trouble."
At that moment, in the interrogation room of the Cherry Blossom Society in the Land of the Rising Sun, a short, Japanese man with a goatee was looking at Yang Zhentian with a smug expression on his face.
Yang Zhentian's situation was rather grim at the time, his body covered with numerous scars, his complexion ashen and sickly. However, the cold light in his eyes was chilling and dare not be faced.
"Hmph, scheming against me? That's all the capability your Sakura Society has. One on one, you're nothing but crap!" Yang Zhentian said contemptuously.
