As soon as he finished speaking, he had already cut off the connection.
Flying Eagle walked out of the cramped room. Looking at his subordinates outside his door—many from the Flying Tiger Organization—the first thing he had to do was secure his own deployment.
"Go on." He just waved his hand, then let out a sigh.
The subordinates outside nodded heavily. They all knew the inside story, knew why they had to clear people from the Dungeon.
There were very few Dungeons where humans could survive. Forcing out so many people, their end could only be one.
But this was everyone's only road left.
After Flying Eagle finished all this, he looked at his phone, at Leng Feng's personal account.
Right now, the internet was full of news about him driving people out of the Dungeon.
Accusations against him were everywhere.
Some even wagered he didn't dare to actually force people out.
