"Get lost, do you think I'm an idiot?"
Sanchi was extremely angry as he hung up the phone. As a professional intelligence agent, he rarely lost his composure, and he certainly wouldn't curse at someone providing him with information.
In the intelligence business, the source of information was akin to a source of wealth; being well-informed was a basic requirement for an intelligence broker. Therefore, Sanchi always had a high tolerance for his network of informants. Sometimes, even if he received false news or incorrect intelligence, as long as it wasn't an intentional setup, Sanchi wouldn't say much.
But this time, Sanchi couldn't hold back, because he felt that the person who actively provided him with the information was treating him like a fool.
"The Tiger Mercenary Group suffered heavy losses, almost lost their combat ability, with most members killed in action, and all were killed by one person. Listen, does this even sound like something a human would say?"