"I didn't expect you guys to find me. I'm curious, how did you find me?" Song Yan looked at Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard in panic, his voice full of reluctance. In his memory, no outsider knew about his hideout in the manor; it shouldn't have been exposed. Knowing his chances of survival were minimal, he hoped to clarify this issue before his death.
"Is the target confirmed?" Shadow asked in a low, cold voice.
