Sensing the coldness in Jiang Cheng's eyes, Lin Qianqian immediately fell silent. It wasn't because she was afraid; she simply disliked the feeling of putting her life in someone else's hands. It made her feel utterly helpless, as if she were powerless against fate itself.
"Make the calls. I don't believe all three of them could have died there," Yuan Shanyuan said. His status clearly made him more persuasive than most. "Call Yao Shunyu first. That kid doesn't look like someone with a short life ahead of him."
They had already tried contacting the three through WeChat, but their messages had vanished without a trace. None of them had replied.
Yuan Shanyuan wasn't one to talk without acting. He took out his phone first and called Yao Shunyu, putting it on speaker. But the call didn't go through, which was what everyone had expected.
Luo Tianhe then took out his phone and chose Li Bai, the last person to have contacted them. Unfortunately, that call didn't go through either.
The Fatty couldn't help clenching his fists. In his mind, both Yao Shunyu and Li Bai were more capable than Ding Zhenzong—though, of course, that was just his personal opinion.
But now the first two had gone missing, which meant Ding Zhenzong, caught between them, was probably in grave danger too.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward to make the last call. Seeing how skittish Lin Qianqian looked, he worried she might cause trouble. He found Ding Zhenzong's number and, after waiting a few seconds, finally dialed.
Everyone held their breath. Suddenly, a beep sounded.
The call had actually gone through!
But before anyone could celebrate, a ringtone rang out beside them.
It drifted toward them, sounding as if it were coming from somewhere nearby. When they followed it, everyone turned pale with