I wonder if it's just an illusion.
Ma Bin felt as if the phone in his hand had transformed into a monstrous bloody mouth, swallowing half his head and neck whole.
The voice coming from the phone didn't sound human, but more like a demon gnawing on his flesh.
"...That's all. The Cyan Wolf Gang is big enough, they shouldn't mind this little from me."
The phone seemed oblivious to Ma Bin's heavy breathing, cheerfully asking questions.
After waiting for about ten seconds, Ma Bin took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of murderous intent in his heart, and said, "You want too much stuff; I need some time to prepare, about a week."
Feng Mu squinted, combining the intel Ma Wei had passed on to him in recent days, and had a plan in mind: "In a week, that will be Zheng Si's time of death."
Does it really take a week to prepare these things?
Clearly, Ma Bin intended to use this week to kill Zheng Si and seize power.
