Yang Bo and Han Lingxi sat in the car; however, this time, the driver had been replaced, and both Yang Bo and Han Lingxi sat in the back seat. The car had been modified so that the front and rear spaces were separated, and the driver had no idea whatsoever what was happening in the back.
Yang Bo looked at the message he had just received on his communicator and angrily punched the soft leather seat, cursing under his breath, "Damn it!"
Han Lingxi, sitting beside him, looked at him with concern and asked, "What happened?" While speaking, she had already grabbed the communicator from Yang Bo's hands and started reading. After seeing the content displayed, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she exclaimed, "How could this happen?"
Yang Bo, frustrated, ruffled his hair and said grimly, "We miscalculated this time. I had not anticipated those people to be so cunning and resourceful! A good move on our part, but in the end, it merely benefited others! I can't accept this!"
