Zhao Xiongwu gave Lin Han a long, hard look and sighed. "Your uncle. Zhu Jiangchao!"
BOOM!
A surging killing intent erupted from Lin Han.
His pupils constricted into dangerous pinpricks.
'It was him!'
'It was actually him!'
'No wonder that man could gather the entire Lin Family.'
'He wasn't a member of the Lin Family, but he was their closest relative!'
'That's why no one in the Lin Family was suspicious.'
But Lin Han had never dreamed that the culprit was his very own uncle.
His mother's own brother!
Lin Han took several deep breaths. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Zhao Xiongwu smiled wryly. "There's no mistake. Although he hadn't used that phone number in years, we managed to deduce his identity from old call logs. After extensive verification, we confirmed our suspicions."
Lin Han's expression turned colder and colder. "Go on."
