Seeing Metal Nails Once Again

“How is Qi Shan?” In a normal looking van sat four people and one young man lying down. The one who asked was the driver.

“He might not make it, his face is completely black, and he’s not breathing,” someone replied.

The driver remained silent for a while before saying, “We’ll immediately go to HQ, San Cai, call Brother Lang and notify him. Just say the target is too difficult, we have lost a brother.”

“Okay…” Before the youth spoke, the driver’s phone sounded.

“San Cai, wait, let me pick up a call.” The driver connected to the call. The car was going slower and slower until it stopped by the side of the road.

“Brother Lang, I was just going to call you.” The driver just realized Lang Ji called when he picked up.