The fact remains.
Upon receiving the classified report, Joe Lane crushed the coffee cup in his hand.
"Useless trash! Can't even handle something this simple!" His growling Jiazhou accent shot at Charles like a machine gun.
Charles lowered his head slightly, his face full of fear.
Joe Lane's gaze was as if laced with poison, wishing he could kill Ji Ning immediately.
"Damn woman! You've angered me once again! Charles, I want her dead!"
Charles looked up at his furious but impotent master, struggling to suppress his fear and stabilize his voice, he rationally advised: "Sir, this is the Hua Continent, our people can't take action easily!"
"Then tell me, how can we kill her? How do we make her die?"
Charles swallowed, "Sir, perhaps we can have those Huazhou people kill her themselves."
Everyone reveres the divine, but everyone also wants to become divine.
Yet, there's only one divine being!
Charles' words slightly dissipated Joe Lane's anger.
