After uttering just one word, the person on the other end of the line hung up.
Xu Huo didn't care and opened the social networking software the tattoo-faced man often used. He managed to decrypt two addresses from some of the encrypted conversations that had not been deleted and casually made a report call to the Special Defense Department.
As for whether those people might flee beforehand, or whether the Special Defense Department could catch up with them in time, that was not within his considerations.
After tossing his phone into the ejection chamber, he returned to where they had been dining.
Seeing him back so soon, both Zheng Liang and Wen Xuelin were somewhat surprised. Xu Huo explained, "The Special Defense Department has already handled it."
Wen Xuelin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great."
Xu Huo glanced at Gu Yu, who was now slumped over the table. "Has she been under a lot of pressure lately?"
