"It's no use. They've jammed all the signals here," Mi Zheng's voice, cold and devoid of warmth, echoed in Tang Miao's ear, as if laced with a hint of sarcasm, "Grandpa, have you forgotten? The ones opposing us now are not some minor family, but the entire!"
"So what!" Tang Miao snorted coldly, seemingly unconcerned, "Haven't I achieved my goals time and time again? If it weren't…" His malevolent gaze fell upon Mu Lin and Jing Chen, "If it weren't for their interference, last time, we should have succeeded." By now, the entire might have been in their hands.
Tang Miao's disdain for Mu Lin was very clear.
"But you didn't succeed, did you?" A chilly voice interrupted, and Mu Lin looked at him coldly, "Tang Miao, you think you've succeeded, but some things are not as they seem; you dream of being a tyrant, haha…" His laugh was mocking cold, "You're not qualified!"