"Mr. Zheng, you flatter me." The leader of the White Mist Army, holding a staff, slowly removed his hood. It was Chen Ligong. As the commander of the White Mist Army, he was loyal to the Ji Family. Initially, he was reluctant to follow Zheng Ji's arrangements, but now it seemed he had underestimated this young man in front of him.
"Mr. Zheng's foresight is astonishing. He predicted the exact location of the incident without the slightest error."
