The next day.
A small house on the outskirts.
Seven or eight subordinates knelt before Qi Zhen.
Qi Zhen himself looked extremely displeased, his handsome face was shrouded in a layer of black haze. The casual smile he usually carried was absent, replaced with a cold aura akin to frost.
He had initially planned to acquire the Thunderbolt Bullet through this opportunity, but to his dismay, he ended up losing both his wife and soldiers!
The Thunderbolt Bullet eventually ended up in the hands of the Anti-Japanese Army, serving as a huge morale booster during these critical times! Moreover, it enhanced Chu Lan's chances of being recognized for his contributions!
Qi Zhen asked: "Any news about the maker of the Thunderbolt Bullet?"
The subordinates who knelt on the ground dared not utter a word.
"So, there is no news? Are you all incompetent? The Anti-Japanese Army has obtained the Thunderbolt Bullet, and yet, you have no information about its maker?"