Mo Junjiu was unwilling as Mo Xiangbin vented on him for no reason. He looked terrified, saying, “I am willing to share your worries, Father.”

“Share my worries?” Mo Xiangbin snorted and glanced over the crowd coldly before asking slowly, “Now the colorful phenix has died. If the other three countries know it, do you think they will let it go at that?”

“As long as we can find the one who poisoned the colorful phenix to take the blame, the other three ...