Han Luo was planning his future in his mind, while Huo Chi was on the phone, giving orders, "Don't hold back, do what needs to be done, I want her to wish she were dead."
After receiving an affirmative response, Huo Chi hung up the phone with a dark expression on his face.
Han Luo frowned subtly and said, "Young Master, at times like this, it's better to keep a low profile."
Huo Chi scoffed, "What, I'm about to leave the country, what else is there to worry about, after all, if it weren't for Qiao Yun sabotaging the cruise plan, I would have succeeded already."
Indeed, he still harbored resentment towards Qiao Yun, who had cracked the doomsday virus.
If there was misfortune, it should be shared, or else he would not feel at ease.
Han Luo no longer tried to advise Huo Chi, frankly, he was equally jealous of the talented Qiao Yun.
At such a young age, she already had such skills, what more when she grew older.
