Calling for Help

When Mo Xie saw the Cold Hunter King's heart start beating again, he let out a long breath.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you, Zero."

[Zero will support you unconditionally in whatever you believe is right.]

Zero's tone was different from usual, unusually solemn.

Mo Xie smiled, then looked at the Cold Hunter King's wounds.

He had managed to save the man's life, but the wounds were still bleeding. Without prompt treatment, he might yet be in danger.

Mo Xie took a healing potion from his Spatial Ring and gave the Cold Hunter King's wounds some basic treatment.

As he worked, his hand brushed against something in the man's pocket.

He fished it out. It was a phone.

Mo Xie's eyes lit up at the sight of it. He had an idea.

A phone made things easier. It was bound to have his family's contact information.

If Mo Xie had to take the Cold Hunter King to a hospital himself, there simply wouldn't be enough time.

But his family might be able to get help to him faster.

The phone screen had several cracks, probably from the fight, and was a little hard to make out.

Fortunately, the phone wasn't broken. It still worked.

The screen wasn't too blurry to read, either, if he looked closely.

He turned it on and found that it required a fingerprint to unlock.

He lifted the Cold Hunter King's hand and gently pressed a finger to the screen. The phone unlocked.

The wallpaper was unusual: a family portrait. The Cold Hunter King clearly cared about his family.

An elderly man sat in the center, wearing a kindly, happy smile.

Behind him stood a man and a woman, one on either side. They were probably the Cold Hunter King