Yan Qing's voice was filled with indescribable excitement. It had been too long since someone had come looking for trouble, and his new weapons finally had a chance to be used. He was overjoyed.
Listening to Yan Qing's excited words, Wen Xin lifted her hand to rub her somewhat aching temples. It seemed today was not a good day for discussions. Better to wait until he was less busy.
"Then you go ahead. After you're done, tell me who arranged for those blind people to come."
"Alright, boss. We'll definitely catch some alive and interrogate them thoroughly. I wonder who's not afraid of death to trouble us like this!"
Yan Qing was in a state of extreme excitement and abruptly ended the call.
Looking at her phone that had been hung up, Wen Xin smiled lightly, finding it amusing. Letting these warmongers live a peaceful life seemed like a disservice to them. She hadn't expected that someone causing trouble would excite them so much.
