"I can only tell you who the mastermind is. As for the others, I don't intend to say anything, so if you want to ask, ask the mastermind." Raul Graves seemed frightened by Ayden Acme's ferocious expression. After all, this is a personal vendetta, and if Ayden really goes after Crystal Locke, he truly would have no Regret Pills to swallow.
His greatest weakness is his wife, Crystal Locke, so he cannot allow her to be in any danger.
"Who is the mastermind?" Ayden Acme's long hair fluttered as his sword-like eyebrows shot up.
"Donovan Blackwell and the Martial Saint."
"Donovan Blackwell and the Martial Saint?" Ayden Acme was taken aback. How could it be Donovan Blackwell and the Martial Saint? He had been investigating for years and hadn't found a single clue, yet now Raul Graves was telling him it was Donovan Blackwell and the Martial Saint?
"Are you sure?" Ayden Acme coldly asked.
