Sending a Plane

"Master, Feng Yuan Xing has sent a message. His mission has been completed." Red Lotus's holographic image appeared beside Tang Rui and reported to him.

"Completed? How long had it been? It had only been half a month, and the matter had been settled?

"Red Lotus, explain the situation briefly. How did those people die?"

Tang Rui was very curious after hearing Red Lotus's report.

"Yes, Master. This is the cause of their death."

Tang Rui looked at the death reports on the projection screen in front of him and also unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Good heavens.

There were so many ways to die, enough to make two Grim Reaper movies.

"Okay, tell Old Feng to come back. Help him arrange the plane tickets and everything. Since the matter was settled, Old Feng had no reason to stay there."

"Alright, Master. Red Lotus will go and get busy."

After Red Lotus finished speaking, her figure disappeared.