The three founders of Black Cloak were Mr. Long, Mr. Hu, and Miss Feng.
He already knew the identity of Mr. Long, the main culprit behind his parents' murder: a man named Ji Xiao.
And yet, life was always so ironic.
He never would have imagined that his greatest enemy was one of his own kin.
Ji Xiao was his mother's elder brother—his very own uncle!
As for Mr. Hu, he had killed him in a slum not long ago.
'So what is this Miss Feng doing here?'
'And how did Zhu Yan of the War Department get dragged into this?'
A series of questions echoed in Jiang Xinghai's mind.
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."
After replying to Zhu Yan, Jiang Xinghai's expression remained unchanged all the way to the AM branch office.
Qin Shuang, who was in charge of the AM branch, was waiting there.
After greeting them, Jiang Xinghai turned to Shen Lingxue. "You two head inside. I have something to take care of. I'll see you tonight."
