Mo Huasong gave Hong Yaxuan a cold look. "None of your business."
"You--" Hong Yaxuan was so angry, she almost coughed up blood.
This infuriating man, if her martial arts skills were not inferior to his, she would love to beat him up.
Guo Yuxiang, on the other hand, saw Mo Huasong's conversation with Hong Yaxuan and didn't say much.
This was a private matter between the two of them; he decided not to interfere or else he would end up in trouble.
Soon, a member of Dragon Breath collected all the relevant information and reported to Hong Yaxuan.
With a frown, Hong Yaxuan murmured, "It's a pity a few of them were killed. I wonder how their intelligence is."
Mo Huasong said, "Those who died are key figures in this Black Strength Organization operation."
"What? Mo Huasong, you actually killed all the important figures?" Hong Yaxuan was furious and glared at Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong told Hong Yaxuan, "Come over here."
