Zhang Fu's body trembled, and he quickly replied, "Miss, rest assured, I will definitely remember."
He wanted to say more, but Tang Yi snatched the phone away and hung up on him. He then yanked out the SIM card and tossed it away.
Qiao Yunhan said, "Mr. Tang, according to the information we got from the workers here, there are several docks in this area."
"They are numbered dock one, two, three, four, and five."
"Dock one is about three kilometers to the left."
Tang Yi smiled and nodded, "Spear Soul uncle, the rest is up to you."
The eyes of Spear Soul sparkled with a glow of hatred. With a wave of his large hand and a deep voice, he commanded, "Yan Luo Squad, follow me."
Thunderstorm, Wang Zheng, Su Qiang, Iron Palm, and Qiao Yunhan, among others, hurriedly followed.
These individuals had grappled with beasts day and night at the training camp, developing swift and silent footwork, making no sound as they sped along.
The seven of them were like specters.
