Chapter 117 - Arming yourself

Muchen frowned, his gaze locked onto Shao, who was dialing a number.

His best friend looked tense, his fingers moving quickly over the screen, but the number he was calling wasn't for the pilot.

Then it hit him.

Fuck. Shao's brother. He was still in school.

A sinking feeling settled in Muchen's gut.

His mind raced as he quickly pulled out his own phone, dialing the pilot.

The line rang.

And rang.

No one picked up.

His stomach twisted with unease. His fingers clenched the phone tightly as he began pacing, his feet tapping against the cold hospital floor.

His worried gaze flickered outside the window.

More people were running—no, bolting—down the street. Some stumbled, others fell, and the ones chasing them… they didn't look right. Their movements were erratic, twitchy.

Muchen cut the call abruptly.

"Hana, I need Yunfeng's number. Now."