"It's me."
Song Heping said in a deep voice.
The other end of the line fell into a deathly silence.
A few seconds later, a joyful cry came from the other end of the phone.
"Song?! Lao Song! God... you're alive! You're alive!"
Ferrari's voice suddenly rose, filled with the ecstasy of having survived the catastrophe and tremendous shock, incoherent, "Everyone outside is saying... they all said you were blown to pieces! Utekin and the others... couldn't be reached... I thought..."
The immense emotional upheaval made Ferrari's breathing heavy.
"I'm alive."
Song Heping interrupted him, his voice unusually calm, even somewhat cold.
Now was not the time for reminiscing.
Without meeting Jiang Feng and the others, nowhere was safe.
He glanced at the call duration blinking on the satellite phone screen, only five minutes.
