"We've exceeded our objectives. Everyone, including me, is awaiting your orders, Boss!" Hearing Zhou Fan, the man on the phone dropped his playful tone and said seriously.
"Send five men to Yun City. Have them find me at the Manyun Hotel," Zhou Fan said in a low voice after a moment of thought.
"Boss, can I bring them there personally?" the man on the phone asked tentatively.
"No. Just focus on your work. Remember, you're my trump card. Who plays their trump card right off the bat? If I wasn't so shorthanded this time, I wouldn't have even called you!" Zhou Fan refused sternly, then hung up the phone.
"What? Is there something on my face? Why is my Little Yaoyao staring at me like that?" Zhou Fan noticed Chen Yao staring at him without blinking. He grabbed a mirror and glanced at his reflection, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he asked in confusion.
