Lin Dongqing hadn't left yet, and the shadow on the curtain reflected, making him very anxious.
Ye Fengsheng walked in, holding his phone. Upon his return, all the assassins from the Fourteen States had vanished, leaving only half of Yun Lang buried in the dirt.
So he called Song Jianquan to handle these matters. After all, he was not a professional assassin, and dealing with the corpse still required experts.
"Brother, you're back!"
Lin Dongqing was a bit excited. Today's assassins, no matter their voice or tone, were just like those who broke into the Beautiful Garden that day. If their power wasn't lacking, where would they shrink into a turtle shell? Seeing Ye Fengsheng's voice return, saying he wasn't excited would be wrong.
Ye Feng gave him a slight glance and said, "The people from the Fourteen States have left, I've killed three gold-faced ones. If they want to return again, they still need to measure their own ability. Now you can safely go back to save Shen Wenzhou."
