Mo Nanjue frowned slightly, just about to step forward when his private cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket. The man took it out, glanced at the screen, and turned to enter the inner room.
Upon entering, his slender fingers swiped across the screen, and he picked up the call.
A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone, "Young Master, it's me."
"Speak."
"Young Master, the group involved in your boating mishap in Bolai City last time, including those who injected you with Devils Kiss, were dead up to ten seconds ago."
The man's brows furrowed, "Continue."
"Including the woman who injected you, a total of twenty-seven people – we exhausted all means of interrogation, but they were tight-lipped and refused to say anything till the death. I believe that if they were not extremely well-trained, it's possible they were just responsible for the act and knew nothing else."
Mo Nanjue pursed his lips.
