At that moment, Jeff was prostrating himself on the snow.
He had been the very picture of piety, completely engrossed in the sacrificial ceremony.
But unexpectedly, a phone started ringing from inside his clothes, startling him so badly that he broke out in a cold sweat, his back instantly soaked.
'Fuck.'
He had set his phone to silent. It wasn't supposed to ring unless it was a call from a designated contact.
'A designated contact?'
Jeff hurriedly pulled out his phone. He glanced down at the screen and saw Feng Mountain's number.
'What could Feng Mountain possibly want at a time like this?'
But he couldn't dwell on it. He carefully tapped the screen to answer the call.
He lowered his voice, trying his best not to disrupt the atmosphere of the ceremony, and asked softly.
"Hey, man. What's up?"
"What? You're going to Texas now and can't get a flight?"
"Yeah, we have—"
Before Jeff could finish his sentence, Chief Welta's furious voice boomed from the front.
