Yang Fei's heart was beating rapidly.
He had vaguely guessed who the person on the other end of the phone was.
That person called him Elder Yang, definitely a Hongmen Sect disciple.
And the target he mentioned was Old Master Wang.
The matter concerned Old Master Wang's safety, so Yang Fei did not dare to delay. He hung up the phone and immediately called the Hongmen Sect headquarters.
Strangely, the Hongmen Sect headquarters phone couldn't be reached.
On the other end, the redirected call was met with a persistent beep of a blind tone.
The Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei revolved, indicating an ominous premonition.
As far as Yang Fei knew, there was always someone on duty at the Hongmen Sect headquarters 24 hours a day.
This phone call not going through—could it be that something major happened at the Hongmen Sect headquarters?
The group of Mad Blade were chatting and laughing when they noticed Yang Fei's sudden change in expression and immediately stopped talking.
