"Yunfeng, the Hawk Group over there..."
Beijing, in Huangfu Yunfeng's private villa, Huangfu Yunfeng was wearing a single garment, smoking a cigar. Outside the room, Mo Yanan walked in with a deathly pale face.
Huangfu Yunfeng turned around: "What's wrong? Has your senior brother returned? Have the people from the Axe Gang and the Death Soldier Team intercepted the War Dragon group?"
While asking, Huangfu Yunfeng also noticed that Mo Yanan's face seemed somewhat off.
He stood up from the chair, extinguished the cigar, and stared at Mo Yanan: "What's wrong? Don't tell me your senior brother didn't hold out until the Axe Gang and Death Soldier Team arrived?"
Mo Yanan, hearing this, lowered her head without speaking.
"Haha, it seems the Hawk Group suffered heavy losses this time. No worries, tell Night Hawk I don't blame him. I'll give him ample funding to continue the formation of the Hawk Group."