Faced with such questioning, Songg Yanhai was also quite displeased, and did not show any kindness: "Cecil, is there any use in taking your anger out on me? I'm not the one who killed the person."
"Where are the goods?"
Cecil's tone was calm, but anyone could hear the chill and killing intent in his words.
He didn't care about Yuan Hao's life or death; after all, the Source Blood Association had many research institutes, and Yuan Hao was just one of them.
The key point was that the Winged Dragon's flesh was extremely precious and could not be lost.
"I don't know, the Winged Dragon's flesh is not in my hands. If you don't believe me, I can't help it."
Songg Yanhai seemed tough on the surface, but in reality, he didn't dare to start a war with the Source Blood Association.
It's true that the Songg Family was the boss of Linjiang City, but the Source Blood Association was a group of lunatics who would do anything in pursuit of immense power.
