Lan Rui returned to the cruise ship with an injury and immediately started a video call to report the results to Zhan Chengfeng.
As soon as the video call connected, he knelt in front of the screen, "I'm sorry, BOSS, the mission failed, I deserve to die!"
Lan Rui was particularly nervous because he knew how ruthless the BOSS could be, and with this mission's failure, he feared the BOSS would punish him severely.
Zhan Chengfeng stared at him through the screen for a long time, "You're injured, how bad is it?"
Lan Rui dared not lift his head. He hadn't dared to treat the injury on his shoulder blade since returning, nor did he dare hide his condition. "The scapula is fractured."
"Ha-ha-ha..." Zhan Chengfeng chuckled deeply, "To be the first master I've trained rigorously for seven years, and to be beaten until your shoulder blade fractures, it shows how formidable my son is. Should I be proud or sad?"
