By now, Duan Feihong had also finished questioning Ni Hong.
Her eyes were red; although she didn't cry, her emotions were very heightened, her shoulders trembling non-stop.
Seeing her like this, Ling Feng stepped forward to comfort her: "Alright, I know you are very disappointed, but fortunately, this woman hasn't made a grave mistake. Don't be angry anymore."
Duan Feihong didn't speak, biting her lip and staring at Ni Hong, who clearly felt guilty and thus kept her head down, not daring to look at her.
The helicopter landed on the lawn outside, and soon a group from the Security Agency burst into the villa.
To Ling Feng's surprise, Han Wancheng himself had come.
Dressed in a military uniform, he entered with an extremely imposing presence, scanning the room with a gaze that finally fixed on Cis as he asked in a deep voice, "Is this the old man?"
"Yes, he's an Elder of the Beast Clan, just now he was in the shape of a cat, nearly discovered me!" Ling Feng said.
