"Encrypting Sky Communication, decrypting in process."
Black's timely reminder echoed in his ears.
Mu Fan looked at the number on the Sky Communication without hesitation; his fingers slid, and he brought the Sky Communication to his ear.
"Hello."
"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Mu Fan?" came the flat inquiry from the other end, but Mu Fan always felt a familiar sensation whenever the other party spoke.
"Location locked on warehouse area at entrance two of N104 highway," Black's voice provided an unexpected answer.
Upon hearing Black speak, Mu Fan was struck by an ominous premonition.
"I am Mu Fan, please state your business." As he responded, his voice was utterly steady, revealing no trace of emotion.
At such times, Mu Fan felt neither sorrow nor joy; assessing someone's mental fortitude is best done under immense pressure.
And Mu Fan was exactly that type of person who becomes calmer and colder as the pressure and stakes increase!
