Dong Linze was now in a state of extreme urgency, wishing he could find that thief, pull out his tendons and strip his skin, "Damn it, there are so many valuable things in my house, why the hell would you choose to steal a worthless notebook of mine? If there's no hidden agenda here, I could twist my own head off and kick it around like a ball. But who could have done this?"
It gave him a headache because of his personality, he had made many enemies. Now, he didn't know who it could be and didn't dare to guess rashly. If he guessed wrong and started a war without reason, it would only benefit the schemer behind the scenes. Who on earth was it? Dong Linze grabbed his hair and shouted angrily.
Meanwhile, in the underground base of the Shura Alliance headquarters, an elderly little man with dyed hair had found Zhao Yan. Without any nonsense, the old man got straight to the point. "We've taken what you needed. Now, it's up to Mr. Song to decide what to do next."
