"Not keeping your promise?"
Lu Tianxing slowly withdrew his foot, looking at Chen Kunchang: "When did I break my promise? I did indeed promise not to kill you, and I haven't. I've just crippled you, that's all. Don't worry; you won't die. I'll have someone come to rescue you in a moment."
Ignoring the hateful glare from Chen Kunchang, Lu Tianxing reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.
The moment the call connected, Sima Lingyun's voice came through: "What, did you find the mastermind?"
"Did you know Chen Kunchang isn't dead?" Lu Tianxing asked curiously after hearing Sima Lingyun's words.
"Someone who faked their death to escape from the Yanhuang Group wouldn't so easily commit suicide; it defies logic. Besides, would you call me if you hadn't found the mastermind?"
Sima Lingyun's calm tone came over the phone.
"You truly understand me, Sima Lingyun."
