A magnetic voice came from the other end.

[07, how are you?]

Did you kill that woman?

Lingqi's trip was actually ordered by Count Anton to kill You Hua.

That's all.

If anyone's to blame, it's her for meddling in other people's business and repeatedly sending grain to Sheng Chang'an.

But now, Lingqi has been out for quite a while.

Count Anton had not received any messages from him.

Right now, he's getting tired of talking on the walkie-talkie.

My temper had already flared up.

They kept cursing and yelling in this direction.

It was incredibly noisy.

Rong Chang touched her earlobe, her expression displeased.

He pinched the small walkie-talkie between two fingers and brought it to his lips.

Rong Shang smiled and made a sound.

The man inside immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Who are you?"

"Me?"

She paused, still smiling, but her gaze was sinister and sharp.

Count Anton sensed a hint of mockery in her laughter.

He was unhappy.

He simply snorted coldly.

"Speak quickly!"

"Prosperity, longevity, peace."

Each word was spoken clearly and distinctly.

When the message reached the man's ear on the walkie-talkie, his hand holding the walkie-talkie paused.

He gritted his teeth, his profile tense.

"So it was you!"

"It's me." He glanced at the ground, and his gaze fell upon Zero Seven's corpse.

Rong Shang gave a cold laugh and looked away.

She went inside.

"Sheng Chang'an, I haven't even settled accounts with you for what happened with Ling Xue yet."

The man's tone suggested he harbored deep hatred for her.

Perhaps this is the Earl of Anton that Feng Jue mentioned on the phone that day?

Somewhat fearless.

Rong Shang went upstairs to check on You Hua's wound.

He tentatively called out a name.

"Count Anton...?"

The man paused for a moment again.

"You...you know me?"

"Of course." Rong Shang smiled again, pushed open the wooden door in front of her, and went inside.

At that time, You Hua was lying on the wooden bed, looking like she was on her deathbed.

When Rong Shang went in, she exchanged a glance with the doctor.

He shook his head, as if to say that things weren't going well.

Rong Shang frowned.

Perhaps he felt he owed her something.

I did feel a little apologetic.

She turned around and went into the lounge next door.

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Count Anton was clearly flustered.

He was furious at that moment.

It was as if they were standing across the internet, ready to come and settle scores with her.

She pursed her lips, speechless.

After a few seconds of silence, Rong Shang spoke again, saying, "Your subordinates are already dead."

"I killed him."

oh.

A slight smirk played on his lips, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

While Count Anton held his breath.

She added, "I don't know whether to say he deserved it or to say he was killed by you."

A whole month.

Whether human or wolf.

Some died, some were injured.

And this war.

There was no end in sight.

Rong Shang raised her hand and pinched her aching brow.

Ignore the man's furious, teeth-gritting voice.

But after a few more seconds of silence...

The sound on the other end paused slightly, and she moved her red lips.

Ask yourself, "What is your purpose?"

"Like Feng Jue, you want to rule humanity?"

I originally thought that all wolves thought this way.

But unexpectedly.

Count Anton spat as soon as he came up.

"I have absolutely no interest in ruling humanity."

"Oh?" The unexpected answer made Rong Shang's eyes light up as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.

"Then what do you want?"

I want your life!

Without the slightest hesitation.

The man's resolute answer came from inside.

Rong Shang pursed her lips, “…”