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"Mm."

Opposite him sat an old man and a young man. The old man nodded slightly, while the younger one had clearly been off in another world. Only after hearing An Kan did he spare him a glance, sounding somewhat impatient. "Go and come back quickly. Seriously, the internet here is so damn slow."

Hearing such near-rudeness, An Kan showed no anger at all. Instead, he let out a relieved breath and thanked them. "Thank you both for your understanding. I'll be back soon!"

An Kan rose and left the VIP room, whereupon the second-in-command, Soul Leech, immediately came up to him.

"Third Brother is dead."

He was a scruffy-bearded technician with an unthreatening face, but his gloves were covered in blood. He looked as though he had just stepped down from an operating table. "The visitors are not kind. I'm going to mobilize the Thunder Cannons."

"How exactly did he die?" An Kan gritted his teeth. Youguang flickered in his eyes as he pulled up information from every source, then he burst into curses. "Fuck, he was screwing around with women again! I told him ten thousand times, what the hell is there to play with women? Has anyone who accomplished great things ever climbed up by playing with women? Now he's played himself to death, hasn't he?"

"No use saying any more." Soul Leech's gaze was dim as he said coldly, "I haven't locked onto Third Brother's identity card. I'll lock onto it once they come in, then shut the door and beat the dog. Let's see what Outsider has come to wreck our place."

"I trust you to handle things."

An Kan took a deep breath and calmed down as well. "We'll do as you say. Go back and continue the surgery. I'll lead the team personally."