Everyone was on tenterhooks.
Lin Hao, however, remained unmoved.
And he answered the phone composedly.
"Mr. Lin, hello, this is Yu Shilong." On the other end of the line, the voice was respectful and the tone humble, "Didn't we agree to have dinner tonight? Where are you now? I'll send someone to pick you up."
Hearing this voice, Guo Jianglong's face turned very ugly.
The gun in his hand trembled slightly.
"I'm at Binhai KTV room 108, taking care of some business," Lin Hao responded calmly.
"What, you're at Binhai as well? That's great, I'm around here too, I'll have someone come down to get you right away," Yu Shilong said in surprise.
"Alright."
After a few brief sentences,
the call was quickly disconnected.
Lin Hao's expression remained natural until that moment, then he finally looked up: "Are you sure you want to shoot?"
Guo Jianglong's hand was trembling.
His expression was very strange.
Because he had heard Yu Shilong's words loud and clear.
