"No," Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, his gaze suddenly softening, "You won't be able to find her."
The Man in Black was taken aback, "Young Master, but if you go in like this, it's clearly..."
He didn't dare to say the words 'seeking death'.
Mo Nanjue didn't elaborate further. He turned around, hands in pockets, his slightly squinted peach blossom eyes as cold as a wolf's. "That night, regarding the East Hall's information, who sent it?"
"Our people found a letter at the door. It had the East Hall's address and informed us that all their people had vacated, which is why I led the men there. It was a clean job, so the other side couldn't confirm it was us," the Man in Black said, shaking his head. "But we don't know who it was, and currently can't find out. South Africa is too chaotic right now, it might take a while to settle down."
Who could it be?
It must either be someone who knows him, or...
