Zhou Fan slumped to the ground, staring at the two men he'd killed. He took a deep breath and walked over to the one who had gravely wounded him. A cruel smile touched his lips.
"The Mad Wolf Mercenary Corps? How's your boss, Mad Wolf, doing?"
Zhou Fan's voice was low and hoarse. Combined with the way he loomed over him, it was enough to make the man faint from fear.
"I... We didn't know you were here!" Staring at the face before him—a face that had once struck terror into the hearts of countless Mercenary Corps leaders—the man stammered, desperately trying to explain.
"Don't worry about it." Zhou Fan gave an odd smile, then crouched and frisked the man. He pulled out an unusual-looking phone and dialed the first number in the contact list.
"Hello? If the mission's done, get your ass back here. Don't call!" The moment the call connected, a gruff, impatient voice came through, accompanied by the sounds of a woman in the background.
