Eight billion, eight billion, huh? Zhu Fan must be crying his eyes out in the bathroom right now.
Yes, if it were the old Red Butterfly, they could easily make back that eight billion, but now it's extremely difficult. Not only have they suffered huge losses, but a whole batch of newcomers and many powerful members were completely wiped out this time.
Xiaofan is really pushing Zhu Fan to the edge.
Indeed, in his office, Zhu Fan had taken out a few AK47s and was firing them randomly. He hadn't slept a wink and was raging all night long.
No one dared to get within 20 meters of his office.
After the incident, it wasn't until five a.m. that Uncle Zhong received news of Wu Hu's safety. However, the man's alive but only one truck of goods remains.
East Gate Master Luo Ou also sent over the casualty report. Nearly a hundred newcomers were recently added, and just like that, half of them were lost.
"Old Zhong, Old Zhong..."
"Here, boss."
