Yun Che no longer spoke, gradually walked, sat the Zi Ji front.
„The Chu Yuechan incident, Decreipt indeed really feels ...”
„It is not no need to say.” Yun Che lifts the hand, although his complexion is a tranquility, but the brow slightly is still tightening: „I entrusted your Black Moon Merchant Guild to seek for the Chu Yuechan incident, now abolishes! As for the remuneration for services rendered, I do not need to pay. You do not need to tell so-called that I you obtain again ‚result’!”
„Before had to smear your Black Moon Merchant Guild words, I took back ... But has a few words, I had necessity to say one time again ...” Yun Che expression incomparably firm [say / way]: „You could not find her, can only explain that your intelligence capability is mediocre! She has not died ... Absolutely does not have!!”