"So, this operation failed?"
In the top-floor office of Shangtong Building, Tong Qian was on duty today. When he saw Yang Jian, Feng Quan, and the others return, he understood the outcome.
"It didn't fail. It's been postponed."
Yang Jian stood beside the office bar, poured himself a glass of cola, and took a sip.
"If we rashly ventured deeper into that Ghost Domain and failed, we might get trapped inside or even die there. I still have things to do, so I can't afford to waste too much time."
"Little Yang, that's not right. You seemed pretty relaxed these past couple of days." Xiong Wenwen looked up from his phone and suddenly spoke.
Yang Jian could not be bothered to explain.
How long had it been since he returned from the letter-delivery mission?
He had only rested for three days. Even during those three days, he had done quite a lot. Though he had been a little leisurely, he had still been handling serious matters.
"We'll seal off the area where that ghost is for now and deal with it next time. There shouldn't be a problem. Although we didn't resolve this supernatural incident, we gathered plenty of useful information and suffered no casualties. It definitely doesn't count as a failure."
Feng Quan was a veteran. He understood that supernatural incidents could not be handled hastily.
It did not matter if they failed once. As long as they did not suffer losses, it was a gain.
Now that they had found the ghost's killing pattern, their next operation would get twice the result with half the effort.
"Then when will the next operation be? Can I take part?" Tong Qian was quite eager.
He was passionate about handling supernatural incidents, just like Feng Quan. They both believed that supernatural