Lin Han casually tossed Ning Zhengong's body aside.
Then, like a Demon God, his cold eyes locked onto Song Haiyuan. "Back then, when you took part in persecuting my Lin Family, were you acting on the Zhenjiang King's orders?"
"Yes." Song Haiyuan trembled, not daring to hide the truth.
"Who else was involved besides you?" Lin Han asked.
"The Zheng Family and the Kong Family! Although they didn't kill anyone, they participated in the looting and helped carve up the Lin Family's assets," Song Haiyuan said hurriedly.
"Good. Now tell me, where is the Zhenjiang King?" Lin Han strode forward, his killing intent palpable.
To Song Haiyuan, it felt like an iceberg was bearing down on him.
Terrified, he shook his head frantically. "I don't know! I really don't know! The Zhenjiang King has always been elusive and mysterious."
"In that case, you can die." Lin Han struck suddenly, his finger piercing Song Haiyuan's brow and instantly punching through his skull.
