As time ticked by, it was ten minutes to midnight. Ling Chen pulled up a chair and sat in the center of the Dragon Tiger Hall, the Wave-cutting Sword resting on his legs, his eyes slightly closed.
Ten more minutes, the Netherworld Snake's people should be arriving soon. Ling Chen thought to himself, listening carefully to the outside noise. However, at that moment, a sudden burst of phone ringing broke the silence. Ling Chen took out his phone, expecting it to be Hu Fei, but realized it was an unfamiliar number. Could it be someone from the Netherworld Snake? With that thought, Ling Chen answered the call directly.
"Hello! Is this Ling Chen?"
Hearing the voice on the other end, Ling Chen couldn't help but be surprised. Wasn't this Jiang Yue'e's voice?
"Mrs. Jiang, it's me. Is there something urgent so late?" Ling Chen asked, feeling a bit puzzled. What was Jiang Yue'e contacting him for at this hour? Could it be about Nanrong Wanqing again?
