"..." There was a moment of silence on the phone, followed by a frivolous and teasing young voice, "Hmm, hahaha, are you one of the four players Feng Youyun hired? You resolved the anomaly so quickly and easily; looks like he chose the right person.
What's your name?"
"My lowly name is not worth mentioning, just call me God."
Li Cheng curled his lips and pre-empted, "Let me guess, the corpse in the coffin has traces of shattered fractures on its leg bone. It's not Old Feng's wife but Zhao Xinglang's biological father, who was driven to bankruptcy and suicide by Old Feng in business competition."
"Correct." The young voice on the phone crisply admitted.
Li Cheng nodded, "Furthermore, I don't know who the Alchemist was ten years ago, but three months ago, the one who impersonated that Alchemist to contact Old Feng was probably you."