The call went through, and it blurted out.
"Got it."
The White Feather Chicken hung up the phone, and a few seconds later it knocked on the lounge door.
"Did you really take that guy out?"
Liu Zheng opened the door, and the White Feather Chicken asked suspiciously.
It knew the former master's strength; even without official status, he was still not to be underestimated.
Otherwise, the White Feather Chicken would have hired a killer long ago and wouldn't have had to wait for Liu Zheng's arrival.
"Here, this is the site of the lottery store,"
Liu Zheng took out his phone and showed some photos to it.
"There aren't more pieces of evidence. In fact, I'm not even sure if he's actually dead. I can only say that I definitely blew up the lottery store."
He said cautiously.
After all, Metropolis had all sorts of abilities and items; he himself had two lives, so it wouldn't be surprising if someone else had three or four.
"That's enough. Give me back the 'Anger.'
