Cheng Ye agreed with a smile, but inside, his thoughts were as clear as a mirror.
Ding Yishan had paved the way so smoothly—ostensibly to protect him, but in reality, also putting him in the hot seat.
However, if he wanted to bear the flag, this was how it should be.
The difficult path to becoming a king required boldness and determination, cutting through mountains and crossing rivers.
Following Yang Xingwen's cue, Cheng Ye glanced sideways.
Not far away, in the group of Westerners, four inspectors were gathered, whispering among themselves, including Garcia.
Beside him stood a blond man with a sharp gaze and high nose bridge, whose eyes never left this side.
The moment their gazes met, they understood the emotions in each other's eyes.
In Cheng Ye's eyes, Inspector Luokuke indeed had a bit of a resemblance to Garcia, revealing a sickly stubborn look, the kind that once fixated on you, would endlessly tear into you like a mad dog.
