But he would still be wanted by the entire Federation, completely stripped of his status among the elite.
Living a life worse than that of pigs and dogs.
He couldn't accept this.
With only his remaining right hand, Qingmu reached into his pocket and took out a satellite phone.
He dialed a number and put it to his ear.
After a long while, a voice came through the satellite phone.
"I didn't expect you to still be alive."
That aged voice seemed to carry a faint sneer.
"Please save me,"
Qingmu said softly, "Don't forget, I was working for you."
The old man on the satellite phone said indifferently, "You didn't handle your business cleanly, leaving behind a witness to accuse you. Whom can you blame but yourself?"
"But..."
"Haven't I given you benefits over these years? If you were careless in your affairs, who is to blame? Think carefully, who did you bring back during your outings? Or has someone amongst your ranks betrayed you? Are their mouths all sealed shut?"
