In a luxurious hotel suite, Li Feifan frowned as he looked at his subordinate.
"You're sure that kid called Qin Shaofeng isn't dead?"
Li Feifan's brows twitched slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes. The news he had just received from his subordinate—that Qin Shaofeng was still alive—had given him quite a scare.
"Yes, Young Master!" the Xiantian Martial Master said. "According to the information we received, Qin Shaofeng seemingly did not die under the missile bombardment."
"He survived even an attack like that?" Li Feifan's frown deepened.
"This subordinate believes it was luck," the Xiantian Martial Master said. "Perhaps Qin Shaofeng jumped into the sea before that helicopter exploded. Although we later gave that stretch of sea a baptism of missile fire, he may still have escaped by sheer luck. After all, that was the ocean, and Qin Shaofeng is also a martial artist at the Xiantian Martial Master realm."
Li Feifan said nothing, but his expression turned icy, clearly angered.
"Utter trash. You couldn't even take care of a mere Qin Shaofeng?"
A flicker of fury flashed through Li Feifan's eyes. He was deeply displeased by his subordinate's incompetence.
The Xiantian Martial Master immediately did not dare say another word, cold sweat streaming down his back.
"Forget it! This time, Qin Shaofeng was lucky enough to escape disaster."
After a long silence, Li Feifan finally spoke words that made the Xiantian Martial Master breathe a sigh of relief.
But soon, Li Feifan's tone turned cold again.
"However, I don't want him to keep living. Do you understand what I mean?" Li Feifan stared coldly at the Xiantian Martial Master.
"This subordinate understands. I'll make the arrangements right away!"
With that, the subordinate prepared to leave.
But seemingly recalling something, Li Feifan suddenly said, "Wait!"
"Young Master,