On the other end of the phone, Xian Qianzhong nearly jumped up, causing a moment of chaos on his side.
The voices of people nearby also transmitted through the phone.
"Commander, what are you doing? This wine I dug out from Old Liu's cellar has been aging for ten years, almost surpassing Daughter wine."
"Yeah, such a fine jar of wine and you ruined it!"
"All of you shut the hell up!" Xian Qianzhong immediately lost his temper, and then dropping the jovial tone, he said to you, "Brother-in-law, you weren't joking just now, were you? Did you really discover a terrorist organization?"
"Well, it depends on your definition of a terrorist organization. If killing people continuously with bizarre methods, absorbing the victims' vitality through an energy magnetic field or some even more malevolent array, and secretly plotting to summon a Demon God counts, then yes."
