It was clear that Qian Mian was a person of cautious nature with strong vigilance.
Ye Jiuliang propped up his fingertip, tapping the tabletop absentmindedly.
It seemed he would have to ask Aqian to look into it.
Wei Dong asked, "Master, what about those people? How should they be handled?"
Once they've been interrogated and no longer hold any value.
Li Mochan's voice was cold as he spoke, "Throw them into the Crocodile Pool."
A Dead Warrior couldn't be kept around; if not eliminated, they would eventually become a worry.
Wei Dong understood his thoughts and replied, "Yes."
With Wei Dong gone, only the two of them were left in the study.
"What do you think of that Qian Mian's Face-changing Technique?" Ye Jiuliang turned around to face him, her fingertips fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt.
"Not as good as my little rascal," Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
Indeed, he had been deceived from the very first encounter.
