Lin Kuang had met Chen Jiachong before, and the man he'd just disabled was definitely not him. Although the two looked remarkably similar, they were absolutely not the same person.
Where is the real Chen Jiachong? With this thought, Lin Kuang asked coldly, "Where is he?"
"Where is he?" the imposter sneered, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!"
Lin Kuang snorted and put a bullet between the man's eyes, killing him instantly.
Just then, the remaining nineteen members of the Eagle Sect ran over.
"Let's go. This Chen Jiachong is a fake. The real one isn't here," Lin Kuang said indifferently.
The nineteen men were stunned. He's a fake? Does that mean all our efforts were for nothing?
"Mr. Lin, what do we do now?" one of them asked.
"Get in the car first," Lin Kuang ordered, leading his men to their vehicles. Once inside, he quickly dialed Zhang Lianmei's number, and she answered a moment later.
