The once lively atmosphere had suddenly become quiet.
Everyone stopped talking.
Di Zhifeng, who had been replying to messages, also fell silent.
The mountain road was long. After driving for over an hour and still climbing up on the highway, Ye Dong glanced at his watch and sped up.
Suddenly, Ye Dong's phone vibrated. He immediately answered the car phone, "Hello, Awen..."
"Brother Dong, you need to come back quick, the boss is in trouble."
"What?" Ye Dong's face changed dramatically, "What happened?"
"We were attacked, the boss was shot."
"How is he? Where are you now?"
"We're..."
"Bang—"
Awen hadn't finished speaking when the sound of gunfire interrupted him, and then the call dropped.
"How could this happen? Contact the others now," Di Zhifeng urged anxiously.