The next morning.
Just as Xiao Zheng got out of bed, his cellphone started ringing. He picked up the phone, saw that it was Long Qie calling, and immediately answered.
"Mr. Xiao, we've failed,"
came the first sentence after Long Qie connected, speaking in a deep voice.
"Hmm?"
A glint flashed through Xiao Zheng's eyes as he asked in a heavy voice, "What happened? Tell me the details."
Xiao Zheng, as a brother who shared life and death with him, could naturally detect the suppression and disappointment in Long Qie's voice.
With evident dejection, Long Qie said, "Hozon is extremely cautious and cunning. Although he didn't know our whereabouts, he anticipated a possible attack and had evacuated his main camp a long time ago,
leaving an ambush behind. When we arrived, we walked straight into their encirclement."
"You're all unharmed, right?"
Xiao Zheng asked quickly upon hearing this.
