Huo Shaoheng didn't answer Zhao Liangze's inquiry at all. He quietly turned on the computer on his desk and threw a memo at Zhao Liangze with the words stamped on the cover, "Not even one is to survive."
Zhao Liangze nodded seriously and sighed in quiet relief. He balled one hand into a fist to smash into his other hand. "I don't need to worry anymore now that I know you won't be letting them go! Nianzhi can't suffer for nothing. Also, when I think about how those people stabbed us in the back while we risked our lives on missions, I just want to throw up!" This incident infuriated all the field personnel at the Special Operations Forces headquarters. They didn't fear bleeding, sacrificing themselves, or their enemies' treachery. What pained and terrified them the most was betrayal by their own people.
