Lord Long was sitting emotionlessly in the car on his way back. Sitting beside him was a rather sinister-looking man who smiled cloyingly as he observed Lord Long's expression.
Suddenly, Lord Long asked, "Qian Yuan, what do you make of this matter?"
The smile on Li Qianyuan's face was still cloying. "I dare not say."
"Tell me!" Lord Long commanded.
"As you wish. Several important figures of the Long family were killed overnight. I'm afraid this is not a coincidence."
Lord Long asked sullenly, "What does that mean?"
"I doubt Jiang Zihou's intelligence system is capable of finding the exact locations of those killed, to say nothing of Zhang Yu and the Femme Fatale's... I feel, this time Jiang Zihou came prepared. I'm afraid there's a traitor among us."
"Who do you think is the
