On the screen, Jiao Yang can be clearly seen, struggling to pull at the ropes on his body. His wrists are worn raw from excessive exertion, blood seeping out.
"You're a devil!" Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and cursed.
"Did you see this?" Luo Ke just smiled and pointed at the screen, "This is a liquid bomb, small but with great power. Just this tiny one can blow up this entire warehouse. Little princess, guess how many I've planted?!"
Luo Xiaoqian remained silent.
"Nine, if they explode, it will definitely be spectacular."
In the front seat, their subordinate's phone rang. He immediately answered, hung up moments later, and turned to face Luo Ke in the back seat.
"Sir, Leng Zimo has arrived in the United Kingdom. Our people have reported to the police, I believe he will soon reach the scene."
"Very good." Luo Ke smiled satisfactorily.
Luo Xiaoqian panicked upon hearing this.
Only now did she understand that all this was merely a setup by Luo Ke.
