"What are you doing?!"
"Keep moving!"
The surrounding soldiers simultaneously raised their guns at Mu Fan in alarm.
Yet Mu Fan stood there without making a sound.
In that instant just now...
An extremely, extremely uncomfortable feeling had suddenly appeared in his mind.
That feeling made him feel utterly miserable.
His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling overhead.
This feeling was even more unbearable than facing a life-or-death crisis...
Who was it?
What exactly had happened?
Why did it feel as though the blood throughout his body was surging and his body was trembling... That was not fear...
Mu Fan lowered his head and looked at his hands. For some reason, an emotion called brutality began to rise from the depths of his heart at that moment. He trusted his instincts. Something bad must have happened.
The major standing at the front grew somewhat impatient. He raised his gun, preparing to urge him again.
Just then, a soldier suddenly came running over from ahead.
"Military Department Communication, for Mu Fan."
As soon as the words fell, everyone turned to look at the young man in the center.
"Your Sky Communicator." It traced an arc through the air.
Mu Fan raised his head and steadily caught the heavy Sky Communicator in his right hand. Expressionless, he glanced around before putting it to his ear.
"Mu Fan..."
When that trembling female voice, desperately suppressing its tone, sounded out, Mu Fan's pupils suddenly widened.
Behind Mu Fan, an officer wearing a riot helmet had a cold smile on his face.
He was none other than... the head of Arabela Weapons Company, the Dawn Academy student who had always regarded Wang Nuonuo as his personal possession—Zhang Yuanren!
Excitement flickered faintly in Zhang Yuanren's eyes now, because this Sky Communicator call had also been within