Musa's eyes widened suddenly as he understood.
Could the masked Si Ling be Mo Feng?
But as much as he thought about it, he didn't ask any further questions. He only cared about his interests; as long as his own interests weren't harmed, it didn't matter who anyone was.
Mo Feng didn't show much surprise about the news of Rong Zheng's death—after all, it was he who had killed the man, so he naturally knew.
He leaned back and spoke nonchalantly, "Leader Musa, I think you should be very intelligent."
Was that to imply he wasn't smart?
Musa's expression darkened, somewhat displeased—likely, few people would want to hear others call them foolish.
However, he restrained himself from showing it too clearly, knowing deep down that Mo Feng wouldn't say such a thing without a reason. He countered, "How so?"
"Leader Musa, you could have received more appropriate compensation."
"What compensation?"
