"Lord, I have failed, cough cough."
On the other end of the phone, a hollow silence, dead and soundless.
"I'm sorry, please punish me." Qiu Yu still lay on the cold cement floor, having just barely taken a medicinal tablet for treatment, a routine necessity for SS-level agents of the Yanhuang Soul.
Lin Hai did not have such treatment; it could be said that Long Si slightly tricked him, but that was not entirely unreasonable. After all, by strict definition, he was not really a member of the Yanhuang Soul, merely having a nominal association, and therefore his special treatment was relatively less.
"Is King Yan stronger than you?" Finally, a voice came from the phone, stable, calm, seemingly perceptive of everything, compelling involuntary belief.
"He is only between a second-class and a first-class Supreme Expert, but after fighting with me, he successfully broke through to a first-class Supreme Expert."
