"You little brat," Mu Xingfeng muttered lowly, directly passing by An Ran, taking off his clothes as he entered the bathroom.
Behind him came the girl's silvery laughter.
In an old factory in the southern suburbs of Nan'an, the door of the dilapidated office was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a man rushed in with a panicked expression.
"Brother Shan, it's bad news. Somehow the word got out, the transaction failed, and all our men are wiped out."
The unease that had been hovering in Qiao Shan's mind for days was finally confirmed. He closed his eyes briefly, "What about the goods?"
"The guard team took them all away. We couldn't even find the brothers' bodies, Brother Shan, what should we do?"
Qiao Shan's hands clenched tightly by his side, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
Ever since Second Brother's failure, this batch of goods had become crucial, and now, it too had failed.
