Zhang Lin's voice trailed off.
Inside the sealed room, the air seemed to freeze, falling into a deathly silence.
Li Feng gripped his phone tightly, his face flushed red. His knuckles, wrapped around the phone, were strained, the pressure turning his fingertips white.
He was obviously furious.
However, just as he took a couple of breaths, preparing to curse back…
In that instant.
A headache, sharp as a piercing awl, slammed into him. The pain was so intense it twisted his features, and an involuntary groan escaped his lips.
"Fengzi… you… what's…"
Through the phone, Zhang Lin seemed to sense something was wrong with Li Feng and asked anxiously.
But his voice was choppy and full of static, as if suffering from interference.
Then, the phone screen flickered a few times before abruptly going black. The battery was completely dead.
But at that moment, Li Feng had no time to worry about that.
