Section 863 Mourning (1)

"Come forget right or wrong, reminisce about the past—we always found fun in hard times, never believed in despair, never felt hesitant, competing in dreams, striving hard every day..."

Around six in the morning, Zheng Yijian's "Friendship Years" sounded in a bedroom on the second floor of Yanxing Headquarters.

"Fuck! Who the hell is calling me this early!"

Tiger Cub cursed groggily as he threw off the covers, grabbed an arm draped over his chest, and half-awake, got out of bed. He shuffled over to his trousers on the floor, bent down, and fished his phone out of a pocket.

Squinting at the screen, he saw an unfamiliar number and couldn't help but curse again, "Fuck! Who the hell is this?"

Although he cursed, Tiger Cub still answered the call, but as soon as he heard what was said on the other end, all traces of sleep vanished.

"I—I'll gather people and head over right now!"

After responding to the call, Tiger Cub hung up and bellowed, "Shen Jun, get your ass up now!"