In a luxurious hotel suite, Li Feifan frowned at his subordinate. Please search () for the most complete and fastest-updating novels!
"Are you sure that kid called Qin Shaofeng isn't dead?"
Li Feifan's brow twitched slightly, surprise flashing through his eyes. Having just learned from his subordinate that Qin Shaofeng was still alive, he had been badly startled.
"Yes, Young Master!" the Xiantian Martial Master said. "According to the information we received, Qin Shaofeng apparently did not die under the missile bombardment."
"He survived 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 missile baptism, he may still have escaped by sheer luck. After all, it was the open sea, and Qin Shaofeng is also a martial artist in the Xiantian Martial Master Realm."
Li Feifan said nothing, but his expression turned icy, clearly angered.
"Utter trash. You couldn't even deal with a mere Qin Shaofeng?"
A trace of fury flashed through Li Feifan's eyes. He was deeply displeased by his subordinates' incompetence.
That Xiantian Martial Master instantly dared not say another word, cold sweat streaming down his back.
"Forget it. This time, Qin Shaofeng was lucky enough to escape calamity."
After a long silence, Li Feifan finally spoke words that made the Xiantian Martial Master breathe a sigh of relief.
However, Li Feifan's tone soon turned cold again.
"But I do not want him to keep living. Do you understand what I mean?" Li Feifan stared at the Xiantian Martial Master with a frigid gaze.
"This subordinate understands. I will arrange it immediately!"
With that, the subordinate prepared to leave.
But as though recalling something, Li Feifan suddenly said,