But these words fell on the ears of the subordinates whose minds were already somewhat sordid, and the meaning completely changed.
They shivered all over, and when they looked at the two unconscious men on the ground.
Their eyes were already filled with sympathy and awe—sympathy for the two unlucky guys chosen, and awe for their big brother.
"Yes, big brother!"
The few subordinates didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly responded, hastily dragging the two half-dead assassins onto the van like they were dragging sacks.
Ma Donghe squeezed his fists, his joints crackling loudly, and he muttered contentedly to himself:
"After such a long period of secluded training, it seems my strength has truly damn increased quite a bit..."
Just then, a damaged earpiece on the ground suddenly emitted a series of urgent calls:
"Night Owl, Hunting Dog, answer if you hear..."
"What happened? Why did the target leave safely? Report your location immediately..."
