Just as Yang Ming felt he couldn't easily make any judgment, for fear of being used as a pawn, another set of photos surfaced at the intelligence organization's information exchange center.
The photos were taken five days ago.
The professional assassin met with a white-haired elderly man in a park's corner, where they quickly exchanged a few words.
The identity of the elderly man had already been identified, and Yang Ming had once met him before.
Elder Court, the trusted lackey of the Great Elder, Elder Pison.
Yang Ming:...
Grass is a type of green plant.
Could this really be the work of that bunch of old bastards?
Yang Ming, of course, understood that such a flood of information suddenly appearing could very well be the Emperor orchestrating some scheme.
The incident where he seized the Han Yin communication device might have been exposed.
Now, after careful consideration, Yang Ming realized that he couldn't directly unravel the complex web at hand.
