Chapter 465 - Which Master, More Than Romance and Love, I Have Read.

Chapter 465: Which Master, More Than Romance and Love, I Have Read.
What?
Su Nancheng was shocked, and he glanced at the beautiful child in front of him. From what he heard, that was Ye Ling’s cheap son, but the child looked like Ye Ling no matter which angle he looked from. Was it just he just overthinking? The child looked like a devil from the way he smiled. Wasn’t he a smilier version of the devil king Ye Ling?
He shook his head violently, almost losing his focus.
Master Qian is in Rose Castle? Ah Ling, you’re ridiculous! You actually let my Master Qian and your woman share a husband? You… you’re not human!

Little Tong Hua laughed out loud, looked at Su Nancheng seriously, and said,
Little brother, you have a bright future. Work with me!

Su Nancheng was speechless.
Ye Ling widened his eyes, and little Tong Hua did not dare to laugh anymore. Su Nancheng also chickened out. The pair of amber eyes emitted a wave of hostility, causing Su Nancheng to shudder in fear. What did I do wrong? I only wanted to give Master Qian a status!!!
The chef brought over some snacks. Little Tong Hua took a piece of cake for Su Nancheng out of kindness in order to prevent him from continuing to shiver in fear. Su Nancheng was filled with gratitude. Little boy, you’re really a good person!

Stop saying nonsense, tell me some news about Ghost City!
Ye Ling’s voice was ice cold.
Su Nancheng and Ye Ling were in a cold war recently. They did not speak to each other and did not exchange any information. They all did not know what progress he made in Ghost City.

I want to meet Master Qian!


You will eventually.

Little Tong Hua picked up a fruit and started eating, not moving away at all. Su Nancheng saw that Ye Ling had no intention to let the child back off and was slightly surprised. Isn’t he treating him too much like his own!
Su Nancheng was really unhappy and felt indignant for Master Qian.

Second Master is the head of Ghost City, and the majority of the power is slowly transferred to his second son now. The few sons are not in good terms, and all of them earn their own living. The inner circle of Ghost City is very messy. On the outside, Boss Qian is the agent, and I have never seen Second Master or his sons before. Boss Qian is the one I frequently come across. He is a very careful person; even the place the lord stays at is kept a secret. I couldn’t even get any more news,
Su Nancheng said calmly. Just the news he shared earlier, he had to spend a long time to get it.

There are no weaknesses?


There is!
Su Nancheng said and narrowed his eyes.
The lord’s wife. Boss Qian once let slip that the lord loved his wife a lot, but no one from Ghost City had ever seen his wife before. Boss Qian himself had never seen her too. He only heard rumors that she was really beautiful, and she most likely is the lord’s sweetest taboo.


This news is not useful at all!


This is already the most in-depth news I can get. My ability is not high enough to get a hold of deeper secrets. I have to at least get to Boss Qian’s position or gain the trust of one of the masters in Ghost City. A casino manager can only get a hold of this much information.
Su Nancheng frowned and continued.
Didn’t you get a hold of one of Ghost City’s secrets?


I’m only suspecting!
Ye Ling said.
Do you know what the lord’s surname is?


Gu!


Indeed!
Ye Ling replied. Gu Xie was indeed Ghost City’s Sixth Master. It was only his suspicion at first, but it was now confirmed.
Su Nancheng revealed a cheap uncle’s infuriating face and exclaimed bossily.
Where is my Master Qian?


Who did you say is yours?


If not, is Master Qian yours?


Hey, brother, what are you arguing about?
A familiar voice came from upstairs. Su Nancheng’s heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly looked up and saw a handsome young man standing on the landing of the spiral staircase. The wall behind the man was covered by European-style wallpaper, causing him to appear really fair and as dashing as a jade tree against the wind.
It reflected a saying.
Here I am on a spring excursion,
With apricot flowers blown full on my head.
In that young fellow in yonder path—
More than romance and love, I have read