However, although Lian Jinshu regretted it deeply, he knew he couldn't back out now, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue. He then went to the backyard, picked up a pen to write a note, fetched a cage, took out the pigeon inside, hesitated for a moment, but still stuffed the note into the bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg. Then, he walked to the door, cupped the pigeon in his hands, and tossed it into the sky, letting the white pigeon flutter away.
A figure then chased after the white pigeon to the outskirts, and there he saw a dark shadow swoop down.
Poor little white pigeon didn't even get a chance to cry out before it was caught by an iron claw.
Xiaohei looked at the trembling little white pigeon, shook its head disdainfully, thinking, so weak and still trying to deliver messages like the others?
