As soon as he had finished speaking, Luoyu took a look at the car's satellite phone, his eyes narrowed, and he looked back and said, "Boss, the sniper's position in the mountains has been exposed, and Wang Yue has sent people to deal with it."
The man lifted his eyelids slightly, his deep and dark gaze shifted to the front.
Yun Ling, the second-in-command of International Club mercenaries.
Shang Yu's gaze met his, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as if he didn't care about the mercenaries outside at all.
At that moment, the satellite phone on the back seat rang.
He picked it up and his pupils instantly constricted.
It was a WeChat message.
Li Qiao: Boyfriend, I've dealt with the snipers. [Rose]
The moment Shang Yu saw this message, a storm surged in his dark eyes.
He uncrossed his legs, his voice tense and husky, "Open the door."
Liuyun was stunned, turning back in astonishment, "Boss, it's not time yet."
