Still on the Great Wall?
Hearing that response, Chen Yifan's face twisted into a crazed, ferocious sneer.
"Good. Very good! Still daring to linger on the Great Wall? Is this the audacity that comes with skill? Fucking hell! If we don't repay this debt tenfold today, we might as well jump off this damn wall!"
Supported by a woman, Chen Yifan winced and drew a sharp, self-mocking breath. Just speaking had pulled at his injuries, and another wave of piercing pain shot through him.
"Young Master Chen, what's the plan? We'll do whatever you say!" someone mumbled indistinctly.
"Fucking hell! What's the plan? What else can we do? Call for backup!" he roared, but the effort sent another shock of pain through his body, which felt like it was about to fall apart. He groaned in agony.
After roaring, he ignored the idiots who were only good for pointless sacrifices. He pulled out his phone, his trembling fingers dialing a number seared into his memory.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
