Luo Ye chuckled lightly, "No way, this is much better than before liberation, at least bullets aren't flying everywhere." As she spoke, she had already inspected the room. Standing up, she sighed lightly, "Alright."
Zhao Qianqian quickly slid to the door, opened it a crack, stuck out a tubular wide-angle mirror, and gave Luo Ye an OK gesture.
Luo Ye promptly dialed Fierce Tiger's contact Guan Hongjun in Yuanzhou.
"Xiao Luo?" After three rings, a deep male voice came from the other end of the line.
"It's me, Guan, how is Jing Aixiang?" Luo Ye asked about the man captured last night. To stall Zan Wenxing's people, Jing Aixiang had used himself as bait.
"We can only act tonight. For now, we'll let him suffer a bit." Guan Hongjun's voice showed no emotional shift.
"I understand." After a brief pause, saying goodbye, Luo Ye hung up the phone.
"What should we do?" Zhao Qianqian looked at Luo Ye.
