Not far from the hotel where Su Xin was staying, in an office building, Zhan Shijie held his phone, listening to a call, his face growing increasingly grim.
After hearing the report on the other end, he, who always prided himself on his poise, couldn't help but curse:
"Damn it! I asked you to guard him well, even arranged over ten people for you, and what the hell are you doing? Why could someone still attack Su Xin? Why do you always notice only after the fact? Are you eating shit?"
"Do you know what consequences this might bring? Do you know what kind of outrageous things Su Xin might do if he gets angry? Do you know how much of a threat this poses to the law and order of the Celestial Kingdom?"
