"Hello?"
The tone was the kind that made it clear murder was on the mind.
On the other side of the phone, Old Qin's shoulders shuddered:
"Cough cough, Old Jiang, where are you? The brigade command's sent someone over, come for the meeting!"
"The brigade? Who came?"
"Mr. Xing."
Had it been anyone else, Jiang Ye really wouldn't have bothered going.
But Mr. Xing was the big boss of the brigade command; Jiang Ye couldn't possibly not show up.
"Understood."
After speaking, he hung up the phone and casually threw it away, whereabouts unknown.
He'd find it later, anyway.
It had to turn up somewhere.
The pressing matter at hand was to deal with his own problems; otherwise, he probably couldn't even make it out the door.
Lu Jing felt like he was all out of breath and unable to speak, except for his eyes that could still glare, though they held no deterrent power any longer.
