"Tell Ling Xiao to be more careful and send more people over."
"He won't," Li Weiming frowned and said, "It's fate. If something really happens, it just means it was destined."
"I don't want it to be like that." Gu Tao pressed down the communicator, "Satania, contact Liuchun and have him send twenty people to the Anti-Evil Group."
Soon, Ling Xiao and a group of about fifty people hurriedly hit the road. The car carrying him slowly disappeared in the distance, while Li Weiming looked worried throughout the trip, and Gu Tao sat there somewhat uneasy. But as a manager and a coordinator, he actually couldn't intervene in everything. The young people needed to grow, and the combat department needed to accumulate experience. Many times, although the tasks might be dangerous, being overly cautious was even more distressing, so the only thing he could do was to send as much support as possible.
"Satania, have the drone follow them throughout the journey."
"Understood."
