Quan Jingwu's gaze scanned briefly over something and then quickly moved away. His thin lips curved upward, exhibiting a dangerous and bloodthirsty intensity.
Jian Qing skimmed through the information about the Bloodthirsty Alliance on her computer before finally closing it.
Almost simultaneously, her cell phone began to ring.
She set down her computer and picked up the phone to answer the call.
She didn't know what the person on the other end of the line said, but her whole body's aura suddenly turned cold, causing Shen Hao to instinctively move aside.
An idea flashed in everyone's mind.
The madam is angry.
Quan Jingwu casually laid his hand over Jian Qing's shoulder; sensing his movement, she gradually restrained her icy demeanor.
"I understand. Let the Bloodthirsty Alliance proceed as usual."
Her icy voice didn't contain a trace of warmth, which made Shen Hao shiver.
Her voice seemed as though it was echoing from the depths of a cold abyss.
