"Twelve hours?"
Song Heping's voice finally carried a hint of suppressed mockery, "Twelve hours, my brothers' bodies would be cold!"
Kote spoke with a helplessness, even a light-hearted tone:
"Song, I regret it too, but that's reality. Think of something on your own first, hold on, twelve hours later, I will definitely..."
Click—
A busy signal sounded, indicating the communication was abruptly cut off.
Kote held the microphone, stunned for a moment, then instead of getting angry, he laughed heartily and casually tossed the microphone back to the phone.
He picked up his coffee again, leisurely crossing his legs, his gaze fixed on the small dot labeled "Kiri Town" surrounded by red arrows on the big screen.
"Go on, go on, Song, take your men and rescue them."
He murmured to himself, sipping his coffee leisurely, as if savoring the finest wine.
