"Grandpa, what did you say? Chen Pojun died? Gu Sect gave him so many people..."

Those people were all private troops he raised and they spent a lot of money.

"Your Highness, those people... all disappeared out of thin air."

The person who replied was wearing a first-rate official uniform, and he was the prince's grandfather, Cheng Xi, the Minister of Revenue.

He replied in a low voice, but when he spoke, he couldn't help but feel cold behind his back.

Those people are all elites, how could they disappear out of thin air?

There is only one possibility that can explain this matter, that is... these people have been dealt with by special methods and have long been gone.

How cruel and powerful should people do this?

"Damn it!" Murong Gan smashed the table hard, and his veins burst out from anger.

That woman Feng Wuyou is so bold and ruthless, and her methods are so high!
Chapter completed!