The call connected.
Before Feng Mountain could even speak, Yves's tense voice came through the line.
"Boss, Jenny and the others are in trouble!"
"What's going on?" Feng Mountain shot upright, and Coca-Cola, who was in his lap, let out a whimper as he was squeezed.
Yves spoke in a rapid-fire burst. "Boss, Demi just called suddenly. She said someone was tailing Jenny, Erica, and Tammy. Then her line went dead, and I can't get through to her anymore!"
"How long ago was this? Have you called the police?" Feng Mountain frowned, his fingers stroking Coca-Cola's ear.
Coca-Cola seemed to sense his dad's anxiety, pawing at his knee and letting out a low, uneasy growl from his throat.
"Just now. I'm about to take some men to Montana to check out the situation," Yves said, his voice laced with unease. "Boss, as for you..."
