He noted them down one by one, then composed a message and sent it out.
Within ten seconds, a call came in. Mo Beiyan pressed the accept button, and the person on the other end spoke first, "Eldest Young Master."
"Did you receive the message?"
"Yes, what should be done?"
"An eye for an eye," Mo Beiyan glanced sideways at Moo Huantong, his eyes cold as ice, "Those locations I sent you, make sure you return them as accurately as possible!"
"Understood," the guard hesitated for a moment, knowing he was referring to Su Qingtian, "Should we go all out?"
"Have you forgotten how I taught you all to fight?"
The guard instantly understood, "Yes, I've got it, sir."
Mo Beiyan abruptly ended the call.
He tossed the phone aside, and turned to lie down next to Moo Huantong. The hospital bed was large enough, with Mo Beiyan's legs intertwined. He stared at the ceiling, suddenly speaking, "Mo Hantong."
Moo Huantong couldn't hear, naturally couldn't respond.
