Liang Ba's face darkened once again after hearing the report. He coldly asked, "So you haven't found anyone else?"
"No."
"Song Yuxin wasn't there either?"
"We also didn't find any trace of Miss Song, and the young master's Maybach 62s is missing too," the subordinate added.
Without a word, Liang Ba stared intently at the body on the stretcher, then suddenly swung the Tang Knife in his hand. With a "swish," the entire blade of the Tang Knife plunged into Luo Sen's corpse.
"Feed his body to the crocodiles!" Liang Ba said sinisterly.
"Yes, Young Master." The subordinate nodded in agreement, then signaled to the men carrying the stretcher, who, following the order, carried the body away.
"Search! Deploy as many people as necessary, but find me that other foreign jail!" Liang Ba's breathing became hurried, his voice hoarse, "No one has ever made me, Liang Ba, suffer such a great loss. No one!"
