"I'm not a fool either; ever since your last attack, I've had this nagging feeling that something was amiss. After carefully analyzing various contradictions, I knew for sure someone was using us as pawns. So, who is it this time?"
"Governor Julio."
Hearing the answer, a cold smile appeared on Charles's face. "Ha, indeed, I suspected it was him."
Margaret's eyes trembled as she looked at Charles before her, and with complex feelings, she took a slight breath and spoke, "You were right before when you said that exploration was not my strong suit. So, to save He Fang Island, I need to do what I am good at, which is to lure out the spies from the Futan Sect."
Charles turned his head to take a good look at Margaret beside him, and only when he saw her become somewhat uncomfortable did he lower his voice and chuckle softly, "Not bad, you haven't sided with Futan. Thank you for what you've done for me. Once all this is over, we'll have a good talk."
