"Boss, your face..." Xiao Ting trembled, trying to point out the blood on Lu Zhao's face.
Lu Zhao used his well-defined fingers to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Now, listen carefully to everything I'm about to say," Lu Zhao's commanding voice sent shivers down Xiao Ting's spine, and he nodded hastily.
"Arrange two people to secretly protect Luo Ying and Third Brother. Ensure their safety at all costs, and if anything goes wrong, bring me the culprits," Lu Zhao ordered.
"Yes, yes, Boss," Xiao Ting said, feeling a cold sweat breaking out.
"In the coming days, I need to deal with a few individuals. Be sharp and act according to my signals," Lu Zhao continued.
"No problem, Boss." Xiao Ting's mind raced, trying to figure out who might have offended Lu Zhao this time.
"Where is Wen Yu?" Lu Zhao suddenly asked.
