Zhao Longfei tried to salvage his argument. "You can't put it that way. We all rise together, and if one of us falls..."
"Stop right there!" Qin Siyang raised a hand to cut off Zhao Longfei's "one big family" spiel. "Most of you will probably come asking me for things. Don't expect me to hand out relief. When the time comes, bring your terms and negotiate with me individually."
"Uh... all right."
"Ring, ring, ring-"
Just then, Zhao Longfei's phone rang.
He glanced at it and answered without hesitation.
"Hello, Elder Brother. I'm talking to Xiao Qin and the others about the Richar Family. What's up?"
Zhao Longfei, who had been sitting at ease, widened his eyes and abruptly stood up.
"What?! Yan Budong is dead?!"
Silence.
It was as though the air had been sucked out, and time stood still for a moment.
Qin Siyang's pupils contracted slightly, his heart gave a violent thump, and his expression instantly turned grave.
Yan Budong, Commander of the Yan Character Legion, was dead?!
Zhao Longfei looked equally stunned. His hand trembled slightly, as though the little phone weighed heavily in his palm.
He pressed hard on the phone screen. "I've turned off Conversation Shielding for the call. They can hear you now. Elder Brother, how did he die?"
Conversation Shielding for calls?
It sounded like another of the Zhao Family's secret technologies. No wonder he had never been able to hear the voice on the other end of Zhao Longfei's calls.
But Qin Siyang had no attention to spare for that technology now. He only wanted to know how Yan Budong had died.
Yan Budong's death exploded in everyone's minds like a massive bomb.
The Yan Character Legion was one of the Six Great Legions within the Safe Zone, and Yan Budong