I stopped pushing Xing Chuan’s wheelchair and looked at him for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” Xing Chuan asked, coughing lightly.

I looked at him with confusion, asking, “Why did you not know who the spies for Silver Moon City were among the Aurora Legion? Have you never contacted the moles among the Aurora Legion?”

“Bing, how could you suspect Xing?” Raffles asked angrily. He thought I was suspecting Xing Chuan.

I quickly explained myself. “Of course I’m not suspecting him. I just find it hard to believe. Xing was supposed to be the inheritor of Silver Moon City. He was considered the old monster’s most important ambassador, but the old monster hid this from him. He didn’t trust him.” The old monster hadn’t believed...