"Oh? Just like that?" Ye Hao asked with a chuckle, completely dismissing the so-called world's largest terrorist group, IS.
"Don't be too careless, this IS group is not just any small force." Wu Xiao was afraid Ye Hao would be too arrogant and end up in the UK unable to help her—and worse, lose his life there.
"Should I be afraid of them?" Ye Hao asked with a smile.
Ye Hao was no longer as fearful of others discovering he was a terrorist. His power had grown, his strength increased, and he no longer hid his charisma.
"You should be a bit more cautious."
"What kind of lousy force? Cautious? Do they deserve it? Just give me the address, and I'll take my brothers to flatten them for you." Ye Hao said with domineering bravado.
"You stinky man, can't you be more humble?" On the other end of the phone, Wu Xiao pouted a bit.
This playful daughter-like attitude made Ye Hao feel a little unable to resist.
"Haha, if you can flaunt, why be humble?" Ye Hao laughed.
