His words were like a boulder crashing into Yao Zheng's heart; he could only feel darkness before his eyes, and he had to grip the chair forcefully to avoid the embarrassment of falling in the conference room.
"Only one dead?" Hua Muyun asked softly, as if it seemed that a dozen had to die to accomplish the task.
"Secretary Hua, achieving the greatest success with minimal losses, that is the doctrine of our Dragon Soul. A high death toll doesn't signify the magnificence of the mission.
Is this really someone from the Xiao Family? Even in front of the municipal party committee secretary, they showed not a hint of cowardice, and even spoke somewhat disrespectfully. Who would dare to do that in front of Hua Muyun!
"Haha, so you're saying you've handled it?" Hua Muyun didn't seem angry at all; he looked genuinely pleased.
"Yes, the person has been brought back, awaiting the elder's judgment."
"Good, good! Secretary Luo, arrange it for me; I very much want to meet this person."
