He coldly pushed the woman on top of him away, sat up, and said in a deep voice, "Who's the opponent?"
"We haven't figured it out yet. But..." Tan Bing opened his mouth, stammering as he spoke, "I think it's possible Gu Yelin has come to avenge An Yiqing."
Hearing the name "Gu Yelin," Tutian Xiaoquan's brows furrowed tightly. He reached out to touch the small mustache by his mouth, a vicious glint flashing in his cunning triangular eyes.
"Wait a moment, I need to think about the next move."
As he spoke, without waiting for Tan Bing to respond, Tutian Xiaoquan hung up the phone.
In a villa in the Xuandu Suburbs, everything was pitch black.
On the sofa in the living room sat a slightly stooped figure, holding a mobile phone in his hand.
After a long while, the voice on the other end of the receiver stopped, and the stooped figure suddenly let out a sharp and hoarse voice.
