Mad Blade never believed that the earth-shaking Yang Fei was just gone like that.
He believed that Yang Fei would definitely contact him.
This satellite phone had become Mad Blade's precious baby.
He even slept with it, and any slight movement made Mad Blade tremble with excitement.
However, after waiting for five or six days, even someone as thick-skinned as Mad Blade started to get anxious.
He had experienced the tragedy of comrades sacrificing their lives before.
In the battle of the Amazon Basin, the Evil Dragon Soldier King nearly faced total annihilation.
The pain of losing brothers, piercing into the bone marrow, was something Mad Blade never wanted to endure a second time.
Fan Yi glanced at Mad Blade's satellite phone, his expression gloomy.
"What's wrong, no news from the instructor yet?"
Mad Blade laughed heartily, "That guy's probably lying in some beauty's arms enjoying himself. Once he's had enough fun, he'll naturally get in touch with us."
