"Brother Chu, Brother Ding, GCH's people are here!" Ye Qisheng knocked on the meeting room's door and said quietly.
"Ask them to wait outside the meeting room, I will see them in a minute," Chu Yunsheng raised his head, and simply poured the soup into his mouth. He then stood up and asked, "Old Ding, how many brothers have we lost?"
This was the question he wanted to ask since the beginning, but every time when he wanted to ask it, the words just would not come out of his mouth. He was scared that the number would be very big.
"8! 8 brothers..." Ding Yan sighed.
Chu Yunsheng's heart twitched. He clenched his fists, and let out a deep sigh after a long period of silence.
"We found 5 of them, but 3 are still missing," said Ding Yan. He did not look Chu Yunsheng in the eyes when he said it.