Ma Mingyu looked at Chu Jiao's expression of expectation and said with a smile: "The information I got is not complete, but at least twenty of them were killed, including the traitor Ling Xianwen and Cai Hongtian. Now, the World Funeral Home is full. How about it, are you satisfied?"

Chu Jiao smiled happily, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and she nodded repeatedly.

"This time I'm going to be responsible for the newspaper, in the name of the Blood Flag Sect?"

Ma Mingyu looked at Chu Jiao, and the occasional unconcealed pleasure and the innocence of the girl made him moved. At the same time, he felt worried again.

Chu Jiao shook her head and said, "The movement is too big, we don't plan to be the target of public criticism."

Ma Mingyu said with a slight look in his head and said, "This is a wise choice, and the word "took for public criticism is also used appropriately. If you publicly claim responsibility, not only the Japanese, but the traitor will hold on. Even people from other organizations will be investigated, hoping to attract you for your own use."

Chu Jiao looked at Ma Mingyu and said, "Are you very embarrassed? A great achievement is right in front of you, but you can't get it."

Ma Mingyu sighed softly and said, "Don't you understand my mind? I don't want to let you walk in the rain of blades and bullets. As long as you can be safe, any great achievements or promotions are nothing to me."

Chu Jiao suddenly realized the meaning in Ma Mingyu's eyes, hurriedly avoided his gaze, lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers with a little nervousness.

Ma Mingyu looked at Chu Jiao's black hair and fair neck, and wanted to reach out to touch her. But he still held back and stopped looking at Chu Jiao's fingers.
Chapter completed!