They helped Song Ning into the main room and sat her down.
The man stood up, straightening his slightly hunched back. He was surprisingly tall and powerfully built.
He studied Song Ning for a moment, then asked Zhou Yuanhang, "Master! What happened? She... isn't Master Tian, is she?"
Master Tian?
He must have meant Tian Mingfeng.
Song Ning had heard the black-clad men address Tian Mingfeng as "Master" before.
They probably used the same title for everyone largely to avoid revealing their identities.
Otherwise, they would never have mistaken the Lin Brothers for Night Owl for so long.
The outfit she was wearing had probably been prepared for Tian Mingfeng.
Zhou Yuanhang sat down at the square table nearby. He poured himself a bowl of tea and drained it before saying flatly:
"Mingfeng fell off Tiger Head Cliff. She's not coming back! Has Old Jian sent word yet?"
This time, he dropped the act and spoke in his normal voice.
But his tone was cold and calm, making him seem like an entirely different person from the Zhou Yuanhang she had known.
Hearing what had happened to Tian Mingfeng, the man froze for only a moment before answering:
"No! But quite a few people suddenly showed up in the village today. They're from the other side!"
"That's to be expected! We've alerted them, so they're bound to search here too! Don't worry! Tomorrow's plan stays unchanged!"
"Understood!"
Only then did the man glance at Song Ning and ask:
"She's... Song Ning, isn't she?"
"Yes! I injected her with R4, so she can't speak. She's leaving with us tomorrow!"
"All right! I'll have Xiao Guang get us something to eat!"
"Mm!"
The man turned and took a kerosene lamp from the cabinet behind him. He lit it from the lamp on