C507 The Culprit.

"Lin Yunchen, you really aren't an ordinary person. No wonder Number 9 died in your hands."

The man holding the pitch-black dagger stood firm and slowly raised his head to look at Lin Yunchen, who was not far away from him. He smiled and said softly.

"Number 9? Could it be that you are with Zhao Chenze?" Lin Yunchen suddenly thought of something.

"That's right. To be exact