The man quickly nodded, the pain he felt earlier was much worse than the gunshot wound in his leg. It wasn't pain, but a kind of torture of humanity, as if separating him from all human senses, with only one way to escape—death. Yet Lin Mu would rather make him live a fate worse than death!
"I got it, I understand," the man nodded like a pecking chick.
"Alright, since you understand, speak up," Lin Mu said.
"We indeed know Shen Ji Yang, and he is confirmed as the head of the Tsar Organization. He is Tsar's inside man in Wancheng, responsible for this drug deal," the man confessed.
"And you? Are you his subordinates?" Lin Mu asked.
"We aren't Shen Ji Yang's subordinates. Shen Ji Yang operates independently in Wancheng, but he has the authority like a relay station. The Tsar Organization informs him first, and then he informs us," the man explained.
"Oh? So, there's another group of you? You're definitely not from the Tsar Organization, are you?" Lin Mu asked.
