While Ming Zhi Yi was in the car, he received a call from his subordinates.
"Master, we can't reach the people from the national bureau."
"What?"
"I think something's happening in the ranks of our spies. We are also unable to contact our people in the police force, judicial department, and the prosecutors."
"Ha!" Ming Zhi Yi clutched his phone hard. His killing intent rose again. "Lu Jin, ah, Lu Jin. You really want me to kill you a million times!"
The people who were working with Lu Jin were now moving without being discreet.
As expected, they were revealing their cards one by one without holding back anymore.
Ming Zhi Yi clenched his jaws hard until he tasted blood.
His decades of planning was all overturned by his own son's betrayal!
He barked on the phone. "Leave some men to investigate. My spies are decent enough to know what they should do once caught."
"Yes, Master."
