"Lei Long isn't dead?" Zhao Yan said incredulously. "That can't be possible. Fierce Tiger held quite a grand funeral that day. If Lei Long isn't dead, then who was buried?"
"There's a unique skill in the theater world," Song Yun sighed, "called the 'Human Skin Mask.' And before Fierce Tiger announced his death, Lei Long had made contact with them. Now you know the full story."
"I get it now." Zhao Yan nodded and went out the door. Since Song Yun had nothing to do, he casually headed to the construction site of the planned shopping mall. As soon as he stepped into the site, he saw it was bustling with activity.
Just as Song Yun was about to enter, a man dressed like a worker stopped him and said, "I'm sorry, sir, we're currently under construction. No unauthorized personnel allowed."
