Song Yun asked Wang Dun, "By the way, who was that black-robed man just now?"
Wang Dun put away his smile, thought for a moment, and said, "He's one of the higher-ups in our Golden Dragon Palace. I can't tell you his exact identity, but he's very strong."
Song Yun teased, "Your answer essentially says nothing. Who can't tell he's strong or that he's one of the high-ups in the Golden Dragon Palace?"
Wang Dun shrugged and said, "There's nothing I can do; it's a secret I can't share. When the time is right, you'll naturally know his identity."
Song Yun said, "Alright, I know Juan Mao has a badass old man, and I'm happy for him."
He took out a business card and handed it to Song Yun. It was identical to the one the old beggar had given Song Yun, made of metal with no patterns or words, just a phone number.
Of course, the phone number was different.
