Qiao Yuchu's temporary residence.
"What do you mean by 'failed'!"
Qiao Yuchu suddenly stood up, glaring angrily.
A bunch of useless people!
Six people couldn't even handle a fragile woman; what good is it to keep this group of trash!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, directly picking up the ashtray on the table and hurling it at the subordinate standing in front.
The ashtray hit the forehead, blood flowing down the cheek, but the person didn't dare make a sound.
After venting, Qiao Yuchu angrily sat back down.
"Speak, what happened."
She knew Xia Shi's capabilities well, just a regular celebrity, at most capable of some basic fighting moves, good in action scenes but never actual fighting.
The subordinate hesitated, "There's a master at Xia Shi's place."
"A master? Who?"
"A woman, seems to be named Xia Weibao."
Qiao Yuchu, "..."
Once again she grabbed a teapot and directly hurled it at the man.
