In the study room within the Qin family courtyard.
"How can this be? Twenty-one people, not only did they fail to slaughter that little bastard, they all ended up dead?"
Qin Chusheng was furious, harshly sweeping everything off his desk onto the floor.
"Sir, I personally witnessed it. All our men are dead. As for whether that kid called Wang Chao is in trouble, we don't know yet." Old Li's face was gloomy, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he had no choice but to believe - after all, he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Rubbish, all of you. Didn't you tell me you were sure there'd be no problems this time? Weren't all these people handpicked by you from the underground black market? Can't you even deal with a small ex-army brat?"
Unable to control his anger, Qin Chusheng shouted at Li, who had served him for dozens of years, even throwing a file folder against the wall, scattering documents all over the place.
"What about Yan Long? Is he dead too?"
