Huang Ji sat aboard a yacht on the Yangtze River, eating a tangerine.
Yu Mo Shuo had already come to confront him.
"You've got some nerve, Huang Ji. You set up your own trap to catch him? Didn't we agree that I'd investigate, and you'd act only after I found him?"
"You lured him to Magic City and used an innocent fool as bait."
"From the moment you told me your name was Huang Ji, you were planning to use us."
Yu Mo Shuo demanded an answer.
Huang Ji sighed. "Would you believe me if I said I wasn't lying?"
"I'm not here to argue. What's your real name?" Yu Mo Shuo snapped.
Huang Ji shook his head. "Fine. My alias is Hua Ji. That's what everyone calls me, so you can too."
"Fine, Hua Ji. Tell me right now: can we save Huang Ji?" Yu Mo Shuo asked.
"I'm one hundred percent certain I can catch Brando," Huang Ji said.
"And Huang Ji?" Yu Mo Shuo demanded. "Have you thought about him? What if he dies? He has a grandfather!"
"Can you guarantee that lunatic won't kill him?"
Huang Ji said calmly, "Didn't I tell you from the start? We'll say his illness was cured, and I'll be Huang Ji."
"Then his grandfather will be my grandfather. I'll care for him for the rest of his life."
"What a joke! You expect me to believe that?" Yu Mo Shuo laughed bitterly.
Huang Ji smiled. "You think that because I'm a high-ranking member of the Illuminati, I must be selfish and steeped in evil? That everything I say must be a lie, and I'd never play grandson to a pawn?"
"Would you?" Yu Mo Shuo asked coldly.
Just then, his phone rang. One of his subordinates was calling.
The subordinate