She kept looking at Qin Xi and said to him, "If there really is no other way, we'll ask the Big Bosses in the group for help and have them come assist us. There's strength in numbers."
"And now, we can already fully confirm the Masked Man's range. If we want to find him next, it should be very easy."
Qin Xi thought about it. It was true—over the past few days, he had been constantly pressing Mediocre Death God about his whereabouts, and there had also been many things revolving around him. It had already been several days since he had messaged the Chat Group.
And he did not know whether the disciples of those Big Bosses in the group had suffered any losses. He really ought to contact them.
Qin Xi nodded. The sun outside was already scorching hot, so he stood up and walked toward the room.
Qin Xi said to the people behind him, "Everyone, come in with me."
As he said this, he did not stop walking. He pushed open his door and went inside.
Daoist Yangmei had already risen to his feet and followed behind Qin Xi, trailing after him lazily as they headed to his room.
Di Qun and Ao Xin exchanged a glance, then also followed Qin Xi into her room.
When Qin Xi returned to the room, he found the grand armchair beside him and sat down.
Di Qun and Ao Xin sat on a small stool nearby.
Daoist Yangmei was even more careless, lazily sprawling down on a grand armchair to the side, looking as if he were half-lying there.
Qin Xi tapped in front of himself and connected to the video Chat Group.
In just a short while, the Big Bosses came online one after another.
Qin Xi looked