Although Xing Jie's tone was calm and composed, after hearing his speech, Lord Jin's face involuntarily changed.
Flatten the telecom fraud zones?
He knew the other party had come prepared, but he hadn't expected something so earth-shattering.
The accompanying Wei Yi was the same, staring at the two of them in disbelief.
"Mr. Xing, you're saying flatten the telecom fraud zones—did I hear that correctly?"
After a brief silence, Lord Jin slowly picked up his bowl.
"General Jin did not mishear. This is the purpose of our visit to General Jin."
Wei Yi felt waves surging in his heart, his face tense as he refrained from speaking.
Lord Jin took a sip of wine, the intimidating face devoid of any smile. The scar at the corner of his brow seemed to come alive, twisting like a centipede.
"I wonder if the two of you are aware that the main telecom fraud zones in Myanmar are not within my sphere of influence."
