Miserable
Xiao Yifeng turned back for one last look at Golden Mansion.
How humiliating.
He had only just arrived, yet he already had to leave.
One misstep had nearly become an everlasting regret.
His mouth spat fierce words, but the car sped away like the wind.
None of them dared let down their guard in the slightest.
For them, carelessness did not mean losing Jingzhou—it meant losing their lives.
Meaningless sacrifice was stupid.
This was not cowardice; a wise man knew when to bow to the times.
After the car had driven quite a distance, Xiao Yifeng suddenly widened his eyes.
"This is bad. The brothers I sent out to gather information haven't returned yet."
"They don't know we've already left. If they go back and happen to run into the Shen Family, then..."
Xiao Yifeng was nearly enraged to death.
He immediately took out his phone, intending to notify his subordinates.
He had to tell them not to return.
Man He had already died. He could not bear for his own brothers to die for no reason as well.
That madman Shen Wuxiao would definitely not let this go so easily.
These subordinates were all his trusted confidants, directly managed and deployed by him personally.
For the sake of secrecy, he had deliberately maintained single-line contact with them.
That had made the current situation extremely inconvenient.
Xiao Yifeng sat in the back seat, somewhat nervous now.
He no longer had his initial composure.
His psychological resilience was excellent, but under such circumstances, panic was unavoidable.
After all, one wrong move, and his subordinates would be gone.
If someone who had lived and spent every day with him simply vanished, he would find it difficult to accept.
When the call went through, no one answered on the other end.
"Damn