Wang Hao downed the 56-degree Red Star Erguotou in his glass in one gulp, a bitter smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"I'm not very clear on the specifics either; let's ask Fox when he gets back!"
Guo Zixiang paused briefly before asking, "Who did it?"
Wang Hao shook his head, replying, "Not sure who exactly, but it's not hard to guess. There are only a handful of people in the Middle East with the power to take us on and who'd do it!"
Guo Zixiang clenched his teeth and said, "If you ask me, it must have been that bastard Donghua. Last year we snatched their business in the Sahara and annihilated one of their elite squads; that guy has always held a grudge. Fox getting injured must be their way of seeking revenge!"
Wang Hao didn't reply, merely drowning himself in another glass of liquor, thus tacitly agreeing with Guo Zixiang's conjecture.
After downing three bottles of white liquor by himself, Wang Hao's cellphone suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed: Lin Shihan!
