Upon hearing the words, Disha frowned slightly and glanced at Zhang Xiaofan.
"You have a hostage in your hands, do you think I wouldn't have prepared something in advance?"
A smile lifted the corners of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth as he spoke.
Watching Zhang Xiaofan's unflustered demeanor, Disha felt a surge of displeasure.
He didn't like seeing Zhang Xiaofan looking so self-satisfied at this moment.
"Hmph! You have hostages in my hands, dare to make the slightest move, and I'll break another of Tang Fei's arms first."
Disha's face turned grim.
"From when you had someone call me, I guessed it was someone from the black market who had abducted Tang Fei."
"And Tang Fei told me that no one from the black market dares touch him."
"As soon as someone does, it contradicts the Hall Master's orders, and the consequences will be dire."
"So, I instructed my people that if I don't return a call within half an hour from here, they use their connections to notify the black market."
