In Warehouse 74, Song Qiang looked at the mobile phone in his hand, his face revealing a smug expression.
The phone displayed a message from Third Senior Brother Chen Miao. All was taken care of. Xu Fan's kid at home had been captured by Third Senior Brother. Now, Song Qiang's heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge, just waiting for Third Senior Brother to arrive before contacting Xu Fan to savor the sound of Xu Fan begging for mercy.
Just as Song Qiang was immersed in his own world, a chilling voice came to his ears.
"Song Qiang, why is Little Three dragging his feet in handling things? It's been so long, and he can't even take care of a kid. Has your master gone senile, teaching such a bunch of trash?"
The speaker was a man as thin as a skeleton, with a pale face like paper and extremely frightening features, like a White Impermanence that had run out of hell, his voice carrying a hint of chill. In this dim warehouse, he seemed even more terrifying.