"Just as I thought. The information on Jianmu can't be trusted."
Xuan Wuya had nearly been finished.
He immediately took out his communicator.
Soon, he connected to someone.
A person's face appeared on the screen.
Xuan Wuya waved his hand helplessly. "Old Man, this mission is impossible. That person on Jianmu is a powerhouse."
"Maybe as strong as you."
"And he doesn't want anything. I almost got myself killed."
"The informant on Jianmu better pray for a good reincarnation. That guy is completely unreliable. The intel almost got me killed."
"Piss off."
"I've told you, no matter your status, you must maintain proper etiquette."
"If you die, that's your own damn fault."
"Get your ass back here. You think I don't know the intel was wrong? If you don't change that attitude of yours, sooner or later you won't even get the chance to reincarnate."
"This is different. I'm heading back."
