"Hello? Hello? Yang Jian, say something. What were you trying to say just now? Hello."
At Headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the call, noticed that Yang Jian had suddenly gone silent. He had stopped halfway through his sentence, yet the call had not disconnected and the signal had not been affected in any way.
"Yang Jian, are you still there? Hello."
Cao Yanhua called out several times, but Yang Jian's voice never came through.
He frowned, instinctively assuming that Yang Jian had deliberately set the phone aside because he did not want to continue talking to him. After all, he had not been satisfied with the arrangements just discussed.
"Liu Xiaoyu, keep trying to contact Yang Jian. No matter what, stabilize him and make sure he doesn't go out causing trouble tonight. I'll continue negotiating with the people from the Friends Circle. Tell him to trust me this once. I'll definitely give him a satisfactory answer before tomorrow morning." Cao Yanhua put down the phone and instructed Liu Xiaoyu in the communications room.
"Alright, I'll do my best to persuade Yang Jian." Liu Xiaoyu nodded to show that she understood.
"Honestly, none of you can give me any peace of mind." Cao Yanhua had a splitting headache. He still had many matters to handle and could not devote all his energy to dealing with Yang Jian alone.
But he could not afford to ignore this matter either. Yang Jian might be only one person, but the trouble he caused was enormous.
After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu could only continue working overtime to contact Yang Jian and try to keep him steady.
What they did not know was that Yang Jian had not suddenly fallen silent during the call. He had suffered a terrifying attack from some unknown supernatural