"Alright, alright, thank you..."
Du Yu: "Your wife is living in the apartment?"
"Yes, those sons of bitches also live in the apartment, they..." Bu Aba's emotions grew more agitated as he spoke, slamming the steering wheel furiously.
Du Yu suddenly spoke: "Besides you, is there any mole inside?"
Bu Aba stopped his frantic actions and gripped the steering wheel tightly: "There should be, should be none left."
Du Yu: "After rescuing your wife, do you have anywhere to go?"
Bu Aba's voice suddenly carried a hint of sobbing: "Please, don't abandon us! The Golden Lion Corps are everywhere, everywhere!
Those damned East Persian refugees, don't know how many Golden Lion Corps members are mixed in!
Damn, these East Persians..."
"Calm down, you still have to rescue your wife." Lin Shiwei said softly.
Bu Aba immediately fell silent, his emotions having swung drastically along the way.
Slowly, Du Yu sighed in his heart.
Shiwei was right.
