Idiot talking
It didn’t take long for Tristan, who answered the phone, to report, “Sir, the groups of people we sent have successfully managed to remove all dens in Liang Bozhong.”
Hearing this, Liang Bozhong, who was lying there like a dead dog, was more than desperate in his eyes.
“Ok.”
The orange-red fire reflected on Carter’s Qingjun’s face, covering his beautiful eyebrows with warmth.
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