Martial artists moved at an astonishing speed. Although members of the security team were considered agile, compared to these martial artists, they were far behind. Within a few jumps, they disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Kuangsheng cursed angrily: "They sure run fast!"
He immediately pulled out his phone, his rough face dark with annoyance. In the middle of the night, an operation was disrupted by a phone call!
Staring at the still ringing phone screen, he gritted his teeth: "No matter who you are, you're doomed!"
He was unlucky today. Usually, he kept his phone in silent mode during missions; today, by some stroke of misfortune, he forgot to switch it. He had to admit, he was partly to blame.
But who would have thought that at three in the morning, someone would call!
"Hello, don't blame me for being rude if you don't explain yourself!" Zhang Kuangsheng answered the phone, his tone unfriendly and scolding.
