Xing Jiuan chuckled. "I have something on here and don't have time to go over."
On the other end of the line, the blonde girl pouted. "Alright, then. I'll look for you some time after. How are you in your country? Is the food delicious? Is there anything fun?"
"There's a lot of good food and fun places. I'll look forward to your arrival, Luca."
"Of course. I'll definitely go over, even if it's just for you."
Luca smiled very happily.
"Honey, can you play with me for a couple of days when the time comes?"
"It'll be my pleasure."
After hanging up, Xing Jiuan walked over. When she saw that the three of them were handling some matters, she opened her mouth.
Suddenly, she did not know what to say.
It was a matter that could be solved with a phone call, and yet they'd all been feeling troubled for a while…
This shouldn't be the case!
Xing Jiuan said, "Senior Brother, we don't have to go over."
The three of them looked up at her in confusion.
"I just got word that there was a traitor in the Lucci Organization. They're already dealing with the situation. The three fugitives will probably be captured as well."
As expected, Uncle Gein called Xing Jiuan very quickly.
His voice was still gentlemanly, like that of a cultured and refined nobleman from ancient times.
"Child, the Lucci Organization has made their move. You don't have to go over. They will get everything done properly."
"Yes. Thank you, Uncle Gein."
"You're welcome, child. I still have something on. I'll contact you later."
"Okay."
Mu Qing frowned and looked at Xing Jiuan.
He knew about this Uncle Gein.
Actually, he did not wish for Xing Jiuan to have any contact with him. The other party was too dangerous.
He was even more vigilant of him than of Lu Zhichen.
That person was too powerful. Even he could not compare.
He would be very worried if such a dangerous person stayed by her side.
"Senior Brother, we don't need to go over. The Lucci Organization is already making a move. We will probably receive good news soon."
After hanging up, Mr. Gein smoothed the creases in his cuffs. His slow movements, which carried an air of unattainable grace, should have been pleasing to others.
However, the people kneeling opposite him did not even dare to look at him. They lowered their heads and trembled slightly.
"Tell me, what kind of punishment do you want?" Mr. Gein was in a good mood and was especially easygoing.
Those people did not dare to speak or even raise their heads.
"You're not going to tell me?" The last syllable was raised. Although he had an extremely elegant voice and sounded very gentle, it made one feel an inexplicable sense of danger.
"Mr. Gein, we were wrong. We will never do such things again. Please, please spare us." The man kowtowed hard on the floor, as if he could not feel the pain.
Mr. Gein frowned at the floor, which was quickly stained with blood.
His subordinate beside him immediately understood what he meant when he saw his expression.
He stepped forward and took control of the man, then used a piece of cloth to cover his wound and tie it.
Soon, someone came to clean the floor. After cleaning it, they left quietly.
"It does look better this way." Mr. Gein was satisfied.
He said, "How about, hey…" He seemed to recall something and chuckled again.
"Forget it. I'll be a good person this time.
"Contact the League of Nations. Tell them we want to turn in a few criminals."