"I... I'll be right back."
Li Shang struggled to speak, his emotions fairly calm.
He hung up the phone and immediately dialed Chang Erbing's number: "Bring people to my house right away, hurry!"
Chang Erbing on the other end heard the urgency in his tone, quickly agreed, hung up the phone, and went to arrange.
Though he'd only met Feng Mu once, Li Shang had a deep impression of him, especially after Chen Yang's charred corpse and the unexpected death case he just heard about over the phone.
All of these deepened his impression of Feng Mu—ruthless, vengeful, lawless, an extremely dangerous madman.
And such a madman suddenly appeared at his home without any warning, he couldn't help but let his mind run wild.
The car sped through the night, the dashboard's glow casting Li Shang's face in a ghastly green.
The tires splashed through the puddles, sending up a spray, raindrops urgently drummed against the car roof, as if sounding an alarm for something unknown to come.
