"Something's wrong!"
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply.
With a flicker, he appeared silently beside the gray wolf. Before the wolf could react, he seized its neck and snapped it.
He untied the Jade Token from the wolf's neck and flipped it to its front.
"Yi San."
The two small, dark gold words were perfectly clear.
'Yi San most likely already went after Fang Han but failed and was killed!'
The man's fingers, clutching the Jade Token, trembled slightly. For the first time, a clear ripple of emotion crossed his utterly ordinary face.
An Identity Token was an assassin's lifeblood. As long as they lived, the token would be with them.
Now that the Identity Token was on a wild wolf, Yi San's fate was self-evident.
And the act of deliberately tying the Identity Token to a wolf was clearly a ploy to prevent the discovery of Yi San's death.
"Fang Han..."
Yi Jiu whispered the name, his voice hoarse and cold.
