Meanwhile, on the other side, as Yang Anlong listened to the busy tone coming from the phone, a ferocious, sinister, bloodthirsty grin instantly spread across his face. That icy cold voice echoed through the living room: "Good, very good. Now even some random stray cats and dogs dare to jump around in front of me. Wu Qiuyang, you've got some fucking balls. I'm going to kill you—no, I'm going to hack you into a thousand pieces, let you understand what it costs to offend me, Yang Anlong."
As his voice fell, Yang Anlong directly shouted toward the door: "Someone, come in."
With Yang Anlong's voice, a figure appeared in the living room. "Family Head."
"Check where Wu Qiuyang sent all his family members, bring them all back for me. Also, seal off every transportation route in Beijing. No matter what, you must find Wu Qiuyang's trail. Remember, I want him alive. And send people to wipe out the entire Wu Family for me—I want not a chicken or a dog left there."
