"Can we only do our best? Is there no guarantee?" His hand holding the phone trembled, and Bo Xianmin's voice quivered.
"Not long ago, countless Abnormals in Japan who stood at the pinnacle of power died, several fighter jets exploded and crashed in midair, and Fushan collapsed and was leveled! Do you understand what I'm saying? So, aside from doing our best, we have no other choice! No one wants to see a tragedy occur, but Qin Fan's existence is no longer under our control; we can't control him! And we still need him to deter those monstrous figures eyeing us covetously. To take a step back, this entire mess was Bao Qiudong's fault for courting death from the very beginning!" The elder rubbed his temples, his expression showing signs of fatigue.
