Phoenix Chamber.
The virtual screen in the room was displaying the carnage in a residence in the Moonlight District; Zhuang Zhongbing had died, and so had his wife and the child in her womb.
A group of people in black clothes gathered at the entrance of the house, both angry and helpless in the face of such a situation.
Phoenix stood in front of the virtual projection, quietly appreciating everything, her expression inscrutable, making it hard to guess her emotional state at that moment.
Jin Dewang stood by respectfully, hardly daring to breathe.
He knew that the young master's mood must not be good.
Anyone encountering such a situation wouldn't be in a good mood.
Seeing Bai Ye start to make a phone call, Phoenix immediately spoke up, "Can the electronic mosquito fly a bit closer? I want to hear what he's saying."
