Downstairs.
Leng Zirui sat lazily at the dining table, holding a cup of eight-treasure porridge, sipping it idly, "Did you find the body?"
Across from him, a few subordinates who had just returned from the sea were devouring the Chinese breakfast on the table.
One subordinate put down his milk cup, "Everything's blown into pieces, didn't find any valuable clues. I suspect that guy's probably already eaten by fish."
"Mr. ROY, rest assured, that guy is definitely dead," another chimed in while eating.
Light footsteps sounded, and Luo Ke walked in slowly.
Seeing him, the few subordinates quickly put down their food and stood up from their chairs.
"Sir!"
"How is it?" Luo Ke asked sternly.
"We searched the area of the explosion thoroughly, only saw some speedboat fragments, nothing else. That person should have been blown to pieces," a subordinate replied respectfully.
