"Hehe! Elder Qiu, are you threatening me?" Mr. Yun's laughter carried a chill.
"You had better be careful, we will find you and then kill you."
Snap! The phone hung up, and Qiu Yong glanced at his siblings and said solemnly, "Prepare to break out. Xia Yue, ensure Ling Chen's safety."
The patterned woman's complexion changed slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she was silenced by Qiu Yong's gaze.
So, this woman's name was Xia Yue. Ling Chen glanced at her, a slight smile lifting the corners of his mouth. It seemed Qiu Yong indeed cared for him, having a woman take care of him.
Bang!
Seconds later, a loud bang as the door of the sickroom was violently smashed open. Following that, over a dozen security personnel wielding riot shields entered one by one, looking around the empty room. They paused slightly, then turned their gaze toward the damaged window.
"Calling the control center, the target is not in the room, is there an error in your signal?"
