To be fair, Feng Jun had indeed suspected Michael Lei, because the guy had been clinging to him far too tightly.
But he truly did not want to believe that Michael Lei was this kind of person—you had Xia blood, and your wife was Xia as well.
So after a long while, he said, "This guy... I don't think it would be convenient for me to touch him."
"Exactly." Elder Yu smiled helplessly. For even him to feel helpless, the problem had to be extremely thorny.
Michael Lei was an overseas Xia returnee who had come back to the country, someone Yang City had fought Dragon City for a long time to secure as a resident.
One had to know that competing with Dragon City for talent not only required a huge price, but also meant offending people!
Were the people in Dragon City so easy to offend?
With Yang City's current situation, forget Feng Jun making Michael Lei die an unnatural death. Even if Elder Yu spoke up and said Michael Lei was unreliable, the people below might kick up a fuss—Old Leader, was it really appropriate for you to dismiss our work like that?
Feng Jun truly felt like cursing—this guy had returned to Yang City because of me, yet it had somehow become your achievement?
But in the end, he only asked, "Can you be sure it's him, Old Man?"
"Ninety percent." Elder Yu did not state it too absolutely, but that probability was practically the same as certainty.
What concerned him more was something else. "Are the people at Funiu full of shit for brains? They invited back such a thing without even investigating him properly?"
It was obvious that the old man's pride had been badly wounded.
Yet there was truly nothing he could do.