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Meanwhile, Luo Lan was panting as he sat in the backseat of the off-road vehicle. He was making a call on a satellite phone. "Hey, Zhang Jinglin has appeared!"

The person on the other end of the call fell silent for a moment. "Has it been verified?"

"It's not verified yet, but if it's true, should I kill him?" Luo Lan seemed to be seeking the other person's opinion. "Why does this old boy have to hide in my territory of all places?"

From his tone, it sounded like Luo Lan considered Zhang Jinglin a hot potato of sorts.

Everyone usually felt that Luo Lan was always smiling and easy to approach, but the smart ones all knew that Luo Lan wasn't that different from his crazy younger brother. They were both thick-skinned and black-hearted murderers.

If Yan Liuyuan heard what Luo Lan asked, he would be extremely worried for Zhang Jinglin. However, the person on the other end of the satellite call asked, "Kill him?"