The phone was picked up, and an urgent shout came from the other end.
"Hello! Fellow Thompson?"
"What's wrong?" I frowned, my expression shifting.
Judging by the master's tone, it seemed he had run into trouble.
"Come save me!" The Grimy Master yelled desperately, followed by the sounds of a car rapidly changing lanes and the crashing voices of vehicles.
From the sounds, it seemed The Grimy Master was in a car, being chased.
I was taken aback, puzzled.
The Grimy Master was a cultivator, and he's from Mount Sterling. Who would dare chase after him so brazenly?
The situation was urgent, and I couldn't ask for details, only saying, "Where are you?"
"I'm currently on the north side of your county, on Eastgate Avenue heading west, hurry and come."
With that, the phone call ended.
I held my phone, my expression grave.
I then stood up quickly and dialed Director Stewart.
