No one interrogated Pan Cong.

Pan Cong knew that this time he was completely finished.

He glared fiercely at Qi Yuan, but Qi Yuan actually strode over with his long legs, and Pan Cong immediately shrank back.

Qi Yuan hates effeminate men the most.

They took him directly to a secluded courtyard on the other side and asked, "Tell me, where are you from, and who is your superior?"

"I'm only asking you this once. If you don't answer, you can go die."

Pan Cong trembled, but he didn't want to speak yet. He didn't believe this person would really dare to kill him directly.

After all, Du Ziming is dead, and he is the one who knows the most about it.

"Sir, an old man surnamed Mu has something important to report."

Click!

Pan Cong's face changed abruptly.

How could I have forgotten that old geezer?

"Bring it up."

Old Man Mu came in and knelt down immediately. When he looked up and saw that it was the young man who had caused trouble at the fried noodle shop that day, he chuckled.

"It really was you guys."

"Speak," Qi Yuan said coldly, his gentle and honest demeanor from that day gone.

Murong Yue and Ahao were sitting nearby, eating snacks at a small table.

The snacks were all brought by Ah Hao.

The two were shielded by a small artificial hill, and were protected by Qi Yuan's entourage, so they were very safe.

Half an hour later, everyone finally sorted things out.

Old Man Mu, whose surname is not Mu, was originally named Murong Anjian.

Upon hearing this surname, Murong Yue stopped eating.

Murong Anjian and Murong Anle were of the same generation. Although they were members of the royal family, they were far from the center of power.

He was a member of the princeling faction back then, driven by the desire for power.

After the former deposed crown prince fell from power, he was implicated and his whole family was exiled. During the exile, he was the only one left alive.

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