Imperial Court Hotel
Upon receiving the phone call, Bai Feng who stood in front of the window didn't respond a single word to the person on the other end, he just silently hung up. Looking at the sun gradually setting in the west, his heart didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
The cigarette he was holding between his fingers was still burning, it was one he had just lit, and he wasn't sure which number it was, as the entire office was filled with the scent of tobacco.
Master, we have failed.
These were the words spoken by his subordinates.
The people he had sent out today belonged to the forces he had truly cultivated himself, not those poached from his father. All their information and backgrounds had been erased by him, unless Su Xiaoyue could remember their appearances, and let the police catch them, and they were willing to confess him as the mastermind behind the scenes; otherwise, even if Su Xiaoyue knew he arranged it, she couldn't do anything to him.
