"Do everything possible to save them, regardless of the cost, I've got plenty of money." Xia Yang also knew that the hope was slim. These Blood City Lords could not truly be killed in the world of Delirium; they could only affect each other through their own power, and the most troublesome was this illusion.
"My father assigned me to monitor you one-on-one. Who knows when we'll meet again next time?"
Taking out his phone, Xia Yang sent a message to a certain number, containing a very simple three words — Lost Track.
Stretching lazily, Xia Yang left the supervision center, holding the document issued by Mr. Shi Kuo and went to the police's internal hospital: "Captain Chen Bing, it's been a long time."
Chen Bing, who was polite to everyone, had his expression stiffen when he heard Xia Yang's voice, and killing intent involuntarily flashed in his eyes.
"Don't give me that cold look; wasn't it me who arranged for the cure of your wife and child?"
