"How did things go?" A deep, middle-aged man's voice came through the phone.
"I got the Bitter Aid Fruit, but I didn't catch the little girl," the long-haired masked person sighed.
"Useless! Can't even handle a little girl, then you all should just come back," the middle-aged man said, somewhat angrily, after hearing this.
The long-haired masked person sighed again, glanced at the short-haired masked person beside him whose muscles and veins were all severed, and spoke, "I'm seriously injured; I'm afraid I can't return anytime soon, and Haozi… has been beaten to death."
"What did you say? Dead! How is that possible? Could it be that the other side has a master?" The middle-aged man was taken aback, the situation having completely exceeded his expectations.
"Yes, we encountered a high-level expert at the peak of the Red Level, and there was also a girl who was not weak, her strength was also above mine," the long-haired masked person said bitterly.
