Xu Qiurong's sobbing finally subsided a bit.
Yes, although her son was severely injured, at least he managed to cling to life.
Xia Weibao wasn't so lucky, she lost her life.
Thinking of it this way, it didn't seem so sad after all.
Just then, Lu Changcheng's phone rang, it was from the hired killers he sent.
Judging by the time, they were calling to inform him that the job was done.
Presumably, Xia Weibao was already dead, and they were calling to report it.
However, listening to the roaring voice on the phone, Lu Changcheng was petrified, "No, what did you mean just now, I don't quite understand."
On the phone, the furious voice of the Assassin Leader seemed to want to jump out and beat Lu Changcheng down!
"Mr. Lu, you clearly said Xia Weibao was a weak woman without the strength to truss a chicken, now all twenty of our brothers are severely injured, how do you expect to account for this? You must pay for the hospital fees!"
