"Dad, are you keeping this satellite phone as a means of securing a way out?" Duan Yi asked.
Duan Chenghu looked at his daughter, "You've noticed?"
"Yeah, I've noticed."
Duan Yi nodded, recalling how, even during peacetime, her father always had political aspirations. However, he never quite reached his ambitions; even after joining an organization, he was only involved in trivial skirmishes. The majority of higher positions were occupied by local business tycoons.
Who would care about a martial arts school principal?
But now that the apocalypse had arrived, she knew her father was thinking about building his own force.
As Duan Chenghu held the satellite phone in his hands, his expression wavered, uncertain at first. But then he made up his mind, lifted the phone, and saw the number inside.
Dial!
Duan Yi exchanged glances with Chen Wu, clearly not expecting that he actually would make the call.
Very quickly.
The phone connected.
"Hello, this is Lin Fan."
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