Yu Tian acted as if he was one of the people here. He casually took out a cigarette from his pocket. It was found on the guy in the shoe cabinet.
It was a type of cigarette from country M.
Yu Tian lit one, took a puff, and looked around, he said in a low voice, “Warden, a traitor of Country M’s military. The exact name is unknown, but it belongs to the organization that organizes killer competitions here. This organization, they call it the Clone Society.”
Ten seconds later, uncle Long’s voice sounded in Yu Tian’s left ear. “We’ve checked, but we have no idea who this warden is. Either the M Nation is hiding it, or this identity is fake. As for the Clone Society, we do have some information. They seem to be a group of people from Europa, and they have some connections with some of the rich there.”