The next day.
Qin Hao groggily turned over in bed and saw that the clock showed ten o'clock.
Yawning, Qin Hao reached for his phone. The screen displayed over twenty missed calls.
"Doesn't anyone sleep at night?"
Qin Hao muttered as he dialed Ren Tiangao's number.
"Boss! You finally answered my call!"
Ren Tiangao's tone was very sorrowful, the situation obviously dire.
Qin Hao wasn't surprised. Last night, as he was half-asleep, Ren Tiangao had called to report that the Witch Demon Sect had fully mobilized, attacking all of their gang forces.
To this, Qin Hao was shocked for a full two minutes before he said, "That Ancient Ghost is formidable" and then fell back asleep.
The enemy had already acted; he had missed the optimal time to intervene. Rather than worry anxiously, it was better to get a good night's sleep to recharge.
Now, having woken up rejuvenated, he finally felt ready to think of a counter-strategy.
"Xiao Gao, what's the specific situation?"
