Fang Yi was driving Nangong Lengxue's red car when he took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it.
The car window was also open, allowing the cold wind to blow in, which helped to clear his mind a bit.
Fang Yi's face was calm, showing no sign of anger.
At that moment, a phone call came. Fang Yi fished out his phone; it was an unfamiliar number, but he answered it anyway.
"Comrade Xiao Fang, everyone is ready: five Blood Dragon Guards, ten Jiaolong Guards," said Lao Wu's voice over the phone.
"You really can't spare a Yinglong Guard?" Fang Yi was still a bit unwilling to accept it.
"Don't even think about it!" Lao Wu was straightforward, then realizing this was impolite, he added with a chuckle: "Mutual understanding, mutual understanding..."
"Alright, then let's understand each other. Now do as I say."
"Understood!"
After a little over a minute, Fang Yi explained everything clearly before hanging up the phone.
