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Tutian Xiaoquan certainly knew that Qin Han was referring to those black-clad masked men who had been captured by An Yiqing and Gu Yelin. He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes brimming with pride.
"Of course, not only have they been dealt with, but they've been dealt with very cleanly, not even a piece of broken flesh was left behind!"
A flicker crossed Qin Han's dark pupils, his face expressionless, yet his mind was pondering something unknowable.
"This time, we've been a bit reckless, fortunately, there was someone to dispose of those experimental subjects. Otherwise, the consequences would've been unimaginable." Tutian Xiaoquan stroked the small mustache beside his mouth, speaking with profound significance.
"Who took care of it?" Qin Han casually brushed the dust off his cufflinks and asked not so casually.
