Kang Minghui's eyes lit up. "Dad, you mean...?"
Since he couldn't leave, Song Hai's desire to depart resurfaced, and he had even developed a rift with them. Given his father's temperament, he definitely wouldn't let Song Hai off easily.
Kang Weibao ignored him and picked up his teacup.
"Dad, didn't you say you weren't going to help me? Why are you...?"
His father had just pressured Song Hai into handing the person over of his own accord, which had surprised him greatly.
His father had always strongly opposed him playing around with women. Why was he acting so strangely this time?
Kang Weibao took a light sip of tea, set down the cup, and only then said unhurriedly:
"A dog that used to be quite useful suddenly stopped obeying. Of course it has to be suppressed."
"However, now that the dog has stopped obeying, keeping it around would only become a liability."
The light in Kang Minghui's eyes blazed. He asked urgently, "Dad, what should we do, then? Kill him directly?"
Kang Weibao shot him a glance. "I have my own plans for that."
"But you—behave yourself these next few days. Don't cause me any more trouble."
With Song Hai's single-minded temperament, if Kang Minghui dared to set his sights on Zhang Wenli again, Song Hai might well lash out in desperation.
Thinking of what his subordinate had just reported, he added a reminder: "Also, stay away from that young girl from the Su family."
He had never noticed before that there was such a deeply hidden expert in the group.
She could carve her way in and out of a horde of zombies alone without getting a single drop of zombie blood on herself.
That was not something an ordinary person could accomplish.
Even the Ability Users under his