Saito Sonosuke, and all the security personnel patrolling the residence's perimeter,
suddenly had a strange and mysterious light flash deep within their eyes.
The light, shaped like a peach blossom, appeared out of nowhere,
as if silently awakened by some mysterious power from the depths of darkness.
It slowly materialized in their pupils, glimmering with an inscrutable, faint light.
Hearing the voice on the phone, Saito Sonosuke's eyes narrowed slightly.
He spoke unhurriedly to the person on the other end, "The intelligence I relayed to you earlier was off. It was a misjudgment on my part. Zheng Bolan is indeed severely injured, and his condition is not looking good."
The voice on the other end of the line immediately shot up several octaves,
demanding with clear confusion and anger, "Then why did you tell me before that Zheng Bolan just swaggered back home on his own?
I knew that was impossible!
