"What is it?"
Tang Zhi's voice commanded authority without anger, as he once again opened his eyes to look at the middle-aged man.
"Reporting to the Family Head, the Firefly Capture Net has discovered new intelligence," the middle-aged man said respectfully. Since Donatello's death, the Family Head's personality had changed drastically.
"Tang Ze, is there still any intelligence worth my attention now? Heh..." That chilling laughter was even more intense than Donatello's at its peak.
The middle-aged subordinate named Tang Ze respectfully handed over the tactical light computer.
"This intelligence likely involves the young master from back then."
Thunk.
The teacup dropped heavily onto the Yamu Tea Table. At this moment, the brilliance in Tang Zhi's eyes made one feel as if they saw a giant snake hiding in a cave for hundreds of years.
Those emotionless eyes flashed with two faint green lights.
