"Constar."
Tong Airui's hand tightened slightly around the phone. "Alright. I'll arrange for someone to take care of it immediately."
"Alive, I need to see him. Dead, I need the body."
"Yes!"
King Muta chuckled lightly. "Airui, aren't you going to ask why I want to find him?"
Tong Airui smiled faintly. "If you don't tell me, I won't ask. I'll just follow your orders."
"You should know who he is. This matter—I don't want too many people knowing about it."
"Understood!"
"I'll give you a clue. The last time he and I spoke was a month ago. At that time, he was in Country M."
"Thank you, King Muta."
Tong Airui put down the phone and signaled to Sheng Duheng. The two of them exited the room, one after the other.
Once inside Tong Airui's office, he lowered his voice and asked, "Second Uncle, has that man been dealt with thoroughly?"
