"Mr. Northern Owl, things didn't go quite the way you said they would..."
Northern Owl knew their mission had failed, but he knew nothing about the subsequent appearance of Dani, the editor-in-chief of BBC Newspaper. After a moment's hesitation, Sang Biao gave him an honest report.
Haas, Blood Manli, and everyone else on the motorboat pricked up their ears and stared at Sang Biao—or, more precisely, at the Den Den Mushi in his hand. What Little Zhuge said next would decide all their fates.
Even the hand Sang Biao held the Den Den Mushi with began to shake uncontrollably. The other end fell silent for a long time. No one dared breathe too loudly; even their hearts seemed to have stopped.
Apart from the engine and the waves churning beneath the boat, the whole world seemed to freeze.
At last, Little Zhuge's voice came through again, colder and more frightening than before. "I'll give you a tip!"
He paused, expertly drawing out the tension. He could hear Sang Biao's heart suddenly pounding. Little Zhuge loved holding other people's lives in his hands, and Sang Biao was clearly terrified.
"Run. Right now. Get as far away as you can. Consider this special treatment for coming clean with me. Because very soon, I'm going to send people to kill you. Heh, heh... Don't get too nervous. Who knows? You might be lucky enough to escape."
Little Zhuge laughed aloud and hung up the Den Den Mushi with a click.
He put it down, turned to Nalandekaisheng, and shook his head in disappointment. "Who sent that intelligence earlier? They left out the most important part. The whereabouts of Sengoku's people have been completely exposed. That's going to cause us quite a headache. Your subordinate failed badly. I don't see any reason to keep