Jian Luo understood her thoughts and said, "Sis, I personally checked, no clues were left in the prison. If it really was that group of people, it won't be easy for us to catch them."
The enemy was in the dark, while they were in the light, which was not to their advantage.
Sitting on the sofa, Jian Qing stroked her fringe, contemplated for a moment, and said in a soft voice, "Are we sure it was Song Xirou's body?"
"Yes, people from the Nether Army have personally confirmed, it is undoubtedly Song Xirou." Jian Luo replied.
Jian Qing's eyes became sharp, cold sparks twinkling, "Order headquarters to continue the search, even if they have to dig three feet into the ground, find those people for me."
Jian Luo had a solemn expression, and nodded in response.
Jian Qing asked, "How is the Song family?"
"Song Xirou's mother couldn't handle the news of her suicide and fainted into the hospital; Song Yi is handling all of Song Xirou's affairs now." Jian Luo responded.
