"What about Qu Ruhua? They still have her!" Duan Lao's face showed urgent concern, never having thought that his own predicament would implicate others. He was truly angered, very angry.
"Don't worry, making two powerful enemies for no reason—they are essentially seeking death. Just be patient; we should receive a call soon," Mo Liancheng calmly stated. He understood a bit about being an assassin—it wasn't just about killing someone indiscriminately; the target had to be of some value.
Hostages are not killed on a whim; no assassin is that foolish.
Those who know how to deploy the strategy of luring the tiger from the mountain are not fools either.
If he wasn't mistaken, before they decided to release Qu Ruhua, that man would call to confirm the situation...
As expected, the phone rang!
Duan Lao brought the phone to Mo Liancheng; imperceptibly, Mo Liancheng had become the leader.
Mo Liancheng took the call, listened, and remained silent without speaking.
