The special train of Sam Country exploded, the castle was bombed, countless died and injured, brothers captured—could there be any good outcome? Luo Zheng had already mentally prepared for the worst, but judging from Hong Meihua's tone, things were more serious than he had estimated. Shocked, he quickly said, "What happened? If possible, come back quickly for a discussion."
"Alright, I'll tell you more when I get back. Let's meet in your room." Hong Meihua agreed and hung up the phone.
Luo Zheng looked at his phone and fell into deep thought. Everyone around looked at him without speaking, patiently waiting. After more than a minute, Luo Zheng turned to them, face grave, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, we'll talk back there." Although there weren't many people in the guesthouse, and they were all internal staff, there could be spies around, which would be troublesome. Luo Zheng didn't dare discuss serious matters in the cafeteria.
