On the adjacent street.
Monk listened to the voice in his earpiece, furious as hell.
"Damn it! What the hell is this?! I've seen people looking for a death wish, but never someone delivering themselves to it! Bu Yirong! What did you send over?! Don't they value their lives? Or do they want to put my brothers' lives at risk?! How did someone like this even get selected?!"
Monk was livid, his face dark as charcoal, raging at Bu Yirong, looking like he might lose it any moment.
The plainclothes agents nearby all took a step back simultaneously, not daring to approach rashly.
At this moment, Monk resembled a bomb, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
And the fuse was the kind with an extremely low ignition point.
Bu Yirong looked calmly at Monk, "Don't get worked up."
"Don't get worked up?!" Monk's voice suddenly rose, fierce and harsh, "Give me a reason not to get worked up!"
Bu Yirong said, "They know their boundaries."
