After Xu Lei finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and hung up.
She had not meant to goad Jiang Chen into coming to his death. She had mainly wanted the momentary satisfaction of mouthing off, only to grow angrier the more she spoke. Talking to this guy really was not a pleasant experience. It was as though he had specifically studied how to infuriate people.
"What, was that the kid?" Xu Xingfeng glanced over.
"It's nothing." Xu Lei shook her head.
She knew Jiang Chen's address. Even if he actually hurried over, tonight's mission would have ended by the time he arrived, so he would not be in any danger.
And she did not know his address because she had specifically investigated him.
It was mainly because, back when Yang Chuan, the leader of Netherworld Group Two, had introduced himself, Jiang Chen had immediately recited his residential complex, building, and apartment number. Word of that incident had spread throughout the Netherworld.
Nine out of ten Netherworld Messengers at the Jiangbei Branch Bureau knew Jiang Chen's address.
"You're not talking about that kid, are you?" Qiu Hong scratched his large, gleaming forehead and offered a warning. "Xu Crazy, keep your sister in check. She'd better stay away from him."
"Why?" Xu Xingfeng frowned. "Is the kid a player?"
"No, that's not it." Qiu Hong shook his head. "I'm mainly worried your sister will develop heart disease at such a young age."
Xu Lei: "..."
Inside the room, several Netherworld Messenger captains and vice-captains began chatting, seemingly having completely forgotten that they were still in the middle of a tense, serious mission.
A few newcomers wanted to remind them, but the veterans beside them stopped them.
No one noticed a man's quiet muttering amid the chatter.
More than ten minutes passed like