Chapter 99: Prometheus and Constantine

The phone kept ringing. There were also scratches on it, likely from Akasi's dagger strikes.

Tang Xian held the phone with surprise and scrutinized it carefully.

He found its material extremely unusual, feeling a sense of familiarity with the strange metallic texture. Was it specifically designed to withstand battle conditions?

Creating a durable phone wasn't difficult in terms of craftsmanship; the challenge was in the materials.

As for Constantine, listed in the phone directory, he seemed unduly conspicuous.

Everything appeared too deliberate. With Xi He dead, the timing of this call was far too coincidental.

But just as Tang Xian was about to answer, that intense scent from Xi He's blood seemed to drill into his brain.

His pupils contracted, and he exhibited an expression of pain once again.

The pain came from within his brain. The phone clattered to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Akasi exclaimed in alarm.