"I-I don't know." His subordinate's face was as pale as paper. His eyes were filled with panic as he shook his head.
Xue Qing did not feel safe not knowing these people's identities.
He couldn't care less. He anxiously took his phone from his pocket and dialed Continent M's number.
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Continent M.
A call from the illegal district disturbed them before Nie Qingru and the old man could finish their black tea.
"Looks like the matter is almost done." Nie Qingru smiled victoriously. She put down her teacup and picked up her phone.
"Hello?"
She had just answered the call.
The person on the other end told her about their encounter concisely and succinctly. In the end, he asked righteously, "Your Majesty, we're helping you. You did not tell us about this situation. I can't find any information about these people. I need you to help me find out their background…
