Zhang Yu flicked his wrist, sheathed his sword, and strode toward the crashed flying vessel.
The flying vessel had just been pierced through from end to end by a single sword strike. Although it had fallen onto thick snow, its exterior remained intact only in appearance; a huge gash had already split open through its middle.
Master Yong was bracing himself against the cabin wall, one hand clutched over his chest, as he staggered out.
He was not someone skilled in battle. When the flying sword struck just now, the vessel had been shattered by the shock, while the force borne by the sword had grazed him as well. His Heartlight Seal had been thrown into turmoil, and he was badly injured.
When he saw Zhang Yu approaching, he hastily turned around and pressed his back against the cabin wall. Struggling to cup his hands, he said hoarsely, "Inspector Zhang, I am willing to surrender. Willing to surrender."
Zhang Yu glanced at him. "You are also from Nether City?"
Master Yong caught his breath and said with a touch of bitterness, "Yong may indeed be considered a man of Nether City, but I was merely granted a useless title. To this day, I have never once been to Nether City."
Zhang Yu said, "You are Master Yong?"
Those people previously captured by the Golden Eye Office had confessed that a man called Master Yong had been arranging and directing them. Yet this man had never been caught afterward.
Master Yong admitted, "That would be me. The title of master is merely flattering jest from those below. I dare not take it seriously."
Zhang Yu asked, "There had always been people secretly watching me. Was that also at your instruction?"
Master Yong gave a bitter smile. "So the Inspector discovered it