When Hua Xiaotian shakily handed the phone to Qin Fan.
His eyes were filled with a sorrowful plea, even he couldn't say why.
But undeniably, his state of mind was completely out of balance, struggling.
In both public and private matters, in emotions and reason, he was trapped in a state of confusion.
"Master Qin, Elder Wang wants to speak with you!"
After Qin Fan playfully took the phone, he gulped and said intermittently.
At this moment, there was none of that so-called Gang Realm flair.
More like a kite with its string cut, not knowing where to go.
Chaos, struggle, unease, panic, all completely took over his emotions.
"Speak!"
Ignoring Hua Xiaotian.
Qin Fan placed the phone receiver to his ear and said calmly.
"Kill!"
On the other end of the line.
Wang Anshi, thousands of kilometers away, said tearfully with clenched teeth.
"Alright!"
This was a transaction in the first place, so Qin Fan agreed without even thinking.
