Night deepened.
A blue Chevrolet sped along the winding highway, its bright headlights cutting through the darkness ahead as it drove straight south.
"Brother, what happened to you?" The man driving in the front seat prattled on. "You don't look like someone short on cash. Why are you soaked all over, like you just crawled out of the sea? Did you run into some trouble?"
Baili Pangpang lowered his head, fiddling with the phone that had been ruined by seawater, and answered casually, "Something like that."
"Heh, young people are hot-blooded. That's normal. When I was young, I went out fooling around too, got into plenty of group fights. But I'm telling you, if you really can't handle it, call the police." The man spoke earnestly. "This is a society ruled by law, after all. That gangster stuff... it's outdated!"
The corner of Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched slightly. He rolled down the window and tossed the useless phone outside.
"Let me borrow your phone."
"Huh? Sure!"
The man handed his phone to Baili Pangpang. Baili Pangpang took it, opened the dial pad, but his finger hovered in midair.
Baili Pangpang stared at the keypad and fell silent.
Lin Qiye's phone had been specially configured with Night Watchmen signal encryption. Unless the call came from another Night Watchmen internal line, all outside numbers would be automatically blocked. In other words, he simply could not contact Lin Qiye with this phone.
And Cao Yuan did not have a phone at all. An Qingyu seemed not to have one either, let alone Jialan, who had only recently been dug out of a coffin.
He could not contact any of them.
But aside from Lin Qiye and the others, who else could he contact?
His assistant? Driver? Maid? Butler?
If Baili Jing had truly