Mo Yancheng's eyes darkened when he spoke of the inner tent. He reached out for his coffee cup but did not reply. He was deep in thought.
"We can't rush that matter. There's one person you need to investigate. " Mo Yancheng said in a low voice with a cold expression. There was a cold glint in his eyes.
"Please give me your orders, chief." Upon hearing that there was a task, mo Wen was full of energy.
"You ..." Mo Yancheng said in a deep voice. He took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it.
After mo Wen heard this, he took the paper, bowed, and turned to leave.
Wu Hao looked at mo Wen's departing figure. He turned around, lowered his head, and said,""Young master mo, that person's location has not been found yet, and Mo Wen is injured. Should we take the opportunity to secretly search for him? I think he's hiding in the city or in a hospital. That's their hideout. Otherwise, why wouldn't an injured person appear in a hospital or any treatment facility?"