Gong Qiang's tone was still amicable, as if he was not blaming at all and was only asking.
Gong Zhiyu's eyes stared at the ground and his face was expressionless. "There is a new person controlling Fu Guang City."
"A new person?" Gong Qiang's brows were raised slightly and he turned his eyes nonchalantly to the woman who was laying on the table half-dead. He lifted his head and wiped the tears off the woman's eyes gently, and he spoke slowly in a gentle voice.
"Meng Fusheng had always been watching Fu Guang City closely. How could he allow the city to fall into the hands of another person? Yu'er, who is it? Who is capable enough to take Fu Guang City away from Meng Fusheng?"
Gong Zhiyu replied, "It's a young girl. She seemed unfamiliar and should have only arrived at the Free Valley not long ago."
"A young girl?" Gong Qiang's eyes lit up. He looked at the young girl, whose pretty face had become distorted from fear, in front of him, and he stroked her smooth cheeks.
