"What did you say?!"
Luo Xiao sprang up, the teacup by his hand shattered with a bang. His eyes widened, "Chen An was blown up?"
"Why are you so agitated? This is a good thing," Xie Yanghua gave him a wary glance, "Since Chen An can't be used by us, it's better he's dead."
Luo Xiao's eyes darkened, but he smiled, "I just feel it's a pity. If he could be used by us, he would have been an extraordinary talent."
"Don't think like that. Speaking of talent, Mo Nanjue and Mo Beiyan are rare talents too, but can they be used by us?" Xie Yanghua sighed, thinking of his severed arm made him furious, "If they can't be used, they should be destroyed, or else they'll be a big trouble."
"Makes sense," Luo Xiao nodded, sitting back down, "When did Chen An die?"
"The day of the sea burial. It's a shame that our ambush was so precise, over a dozen yachts couldn't take down just one of their ships, and we couldn't do it too blatantly either."
