In the opulent living room, Ye Huang sat on a luxurious black leather sofa, holding a cigarette in his hand, yet he didn't light it.
His sharply contoured face was frosted over, his eagle-like eyes scanning the newcomer.
Hua Ziyan felt a tremendous pressure sweeping over him, and his waist reflexively bent somewhat.
"Young Master Ye, please take charge for the Hua family," Hua Ziyan implored sadly as he entered. "My younger brother, Hua Ziming, was murdered!"
Ye Huang's expression turned icy cold, his deep-set eyes enveloped in a layer of frost: "You have another brother?"
"Yes, I have a twin brother. He was killed, by Commander Xu!" Hua Ziyan seemed extremely distraught, his cries were disjointed and he lost his composure.
However, Ye Huang was not fooled by his pretense; everything was under his control.
"Commander Xu? Why would he kill anyone?" Ye Huang's tone was incredibly sharp, "Hua Ziyan, spouting nonsense comes with a price!"
