What's this about?
Money?
Don't say it's possible, but committing a crime in the face of such risks, he's not stupid, is he? So what's it all about?
For the sake of national justice? Don't be naive, does he even care about that?
So, how on earth did Chen Jiusi manage it!
"Mr. Tang, do you understand now?"
Yelu asked Tang Ziyue, who, upon hearing this, turned and bowed in response, "I understand."
"How about it, relay it to your Gang Leader."
Tang Ziyue looked at Nan Batian, who also looked back at him and said, "Well? What's the situation?"
Tang Ziyue said with a pained expression, "Gang Leader, the handwriting is indeed yours, no mistake!"
"What, impossible, absolutely impossible, I, I really have never written such a secret letter, Lord, I haven't!"
Nan Batian felt a profound frustration he couldn't express at this moment!
Yelu's face darkened as he said, "Nan Batian, the evidence is conclusive, and you still deny it?"
"Lord Yelu, I haven't!"
