The person calling was Nangong Saya.
When Fang Cheng saw the caller ID, he realized that apart from a single visit after returning from the Iron-Cast Palace, he hadn't gone back since.
He was starting to seem like the kind of scumbag who got what he wanted and then disappeared.
But he couldn't really blame himself. After coming back, he'd been busy with Ye Yuqing's situation and hadn't had time to think about anything else.
Nangong Saya had actually called him first. Was she missing the banana milk and Flexible Long Tongue?
"Hello?"
Fang Cheng answered with a smile. "What's up, celibate?"
Nangong Saya's strained voice came through the phone. "Come save me. Quickly."
The smile vanished from Fang Cheng's face. "Keep your phone on and send me your location right now."
As he spoke, he hurried toward the second-floor balcony.
"Brother Cheng?"
Ugou Mirai looked at him nervously, unsure what was going on.
Yuguang Qingxue, who had been watching a movie on her phone, turned to look too.
"It's nothing. Stay home and don't go wandering off."
Fang Cheng gave them a couple of quick instructions, then reached the balcony and leaped into the air.
The Blood Battle Suit instantly covered his body. Thrusters on his back and the soles of his feet launched him skyward, and in the blink of an eye, he was a blurry black speck.
In the suburbs, inside an abandoned factory.
Nangong Saya sent Fang Cheng her location, then huddled in the corner of a dusty room, gasping for breath.
She was covered in scrapes, and a bullet wound gaped in her abdomen. A large patch of dark-red blood had dried on her tattered clothes.
Her strength was draining fast. If she didn't treat the wound, it would soon kill her.
But in