Huo Jing felt it made sense, comfortingly saying, "Brother Nan, you need not worry too much. We'll eventually find out the identities of these people."
"Boss."
About half an hour later, Ma Xiang, covered in blood, limped up to Newmanlovsky.
"Why did only you come back, where are the others?"
Newmanlovsky seemed to have guessed something, furrowing his brows.
"We were completely wiped out; I was the only one who escaped alive."
"What exactly happened?"
"As per your instructions, we bombed a city wall of the Film and Television Base City, but soon people from Tengfei Company caught up. Their firepower was fierce, and the brothers couldn't hold them off; they all fell."
"So, do they know who bombed the wall?"
"Absolutely not, because besides me surviving, all others are dead, and the dead can't speak."
"I'm worried they might investigate and find out based on traces."
Newmanlovsky looked at Ma Xiang, "Do you have any ideas?"
