"Who's there?! Fuck! Who the hell is there?!" Wang Sheng demanded into the phone.
Wang Jian didn't answer the question. After a long pause, his tone suddenly became eerily calm. "She didn't do anything to you, did she? Are you hurt at all?"
The sudden change in tone threw Wang Sheng off. He even considered hanging up, but in the end, he didn't.
Wang Sheng touched his ear, which had been mangled by a bullet. "No. I'm in a leadership position here. Who could possibly touch me?"
"Good. So, what are you doing with your days now?"
"Managing the members of the sect. Honestly, a cult isn't that different from a company. I bet you didn't see that coming. Everything you forced me to learn back then turned out to be useful in this line of work."
