"Encrypting Sky Communication, decrypting in process."
Black's timely reminder echoed in his ears.
Mu Fan looked at the number on the Sky Communication without hesitation; his fingers slid, and he brought the Sky Communication to his ear.
"Hello."
"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Mu Fan?" came the flat inquiry from the other end, but Mu Fan always felt a familiar sensation whenever the other party spoke.
"Location locked on warehouse area at entrance two of N104 highway," Black's voice provided an unexpected answer.
Upon hearing Black speak, Mu Fan was struck by an ominous premonition.
"I am Mu Fan, please state your business." As he responded, his voice was utterly steady, revealing no trace of emotion.
At such times, Mu Fan felt neither sorrow nor joy; assessing someone's mental fortitude is best done under immense pressure.
And Mu Fan was exactly that type of person who becomes calmer and colder as the pressure and stakes increase!
"Hehe, it seems important people tend to forget easily; I am Donatello."
The mocking undertone in the voice from the other end did nothing to relax Mu Fan; instead, it spurred the formation of a terrible outcome in his mind.
"What does Young Master Tang want with me?" Mu Fan's voice remained steady yet grew even colder.
"Through Sky Communication, I can sense Mr. Mu Fan's aloofness towards me, hehe. However, you might have to come this time despite your reservations... Of course, you could also choose not to."
The other's speech dripped with disdain, much like taunting a bird in a cage, unabashedly blatant.
"Uhm, to put it bluntly, Miss Wang Nuonuo is with us. I hear you are a good friend of our charming Miss Nuonuo... so, would you come to rescue your friend? However, the term 'friend' has become rather cliché nowadays. If you don't come, I'm afraid the beautiful Miss Nuonuo will soon be gone, hahaha."
The laughter toward the end had turned somewhat maniacal.
At that moment, Mu Fan's heart clenched tightly, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
The worst outcome!
At warehouse number 55 in the eastern district of Zhongjing City, Donatello, with one leg crossed over the other, held the Sky Communication to his ear with his left hand, while his right hand's palm spun a golden revolver.
After saying those words, Donatello's sick gaze lifted, scanning over Wang Nuonuo, who was tied to a chair. Watching her, unable to speak with a cloth stuffed in her mouth, only able to desperately shake, he felt a sickening pleasure.
Gaoling Ze, his eyes greedy, withdrew his gaze from Wang Nuonuo's fair long legs and said with a tone of regret, "Young Master Tang treating such a beauty in this way is... somewhat ruthless."
"Hehehe, Young Master Gaoling better restrain himself from other thoughts," Lin Wu said lightly, his gaze also on Wang Nuonuo, though void of the lust that filled Gaoling Ze's eyes.
His eyebrows inadvertently furrowed, followed by a thinly veiled mockery in his remark.
Hearing Lin Wu's words, Gaoling Ze faltered in his speech, realizing the inappropriateness of the setting especially with many onlookers around.
Embarrassed, he coughed twice and stopped talking.
Donald covered the microphone of the call, gazing playfully at Wang Nuonuo, "Miss Nuonuo, the shares you hold we can discuss slowly. However, your situation is quite perilous right now, I never expected to run into the lovely Miss Nuonuo here, not recognizing me doesn't matter, I recognize you that's enough."
He intentionally leaned towards the struggling girl, "Miss Nuonuo, do you think the second-in-command representing Loki Heavy Industry would come to rescue you for the so-called friendship?"
"Mm-mm-mm, mm!"
Nuonuo's burst of power even made the solid steel chair wobble slightly, but other than making the ropes tighten more, it was ineffective.
Her clear large eyes were now filled with tears, having just seen Rodrick, barely clinging to life, and hearing the terrible news about her grandfather from his mouth.
That moment, the 17-year-old girl understood for the first time what it meant when the sky falls...
The sky that had supported her carefree life shattered into pieces in an instant upon hearing the news.
As if a shower of fire rained down, piercing her heart with a thousand wounds.
And the enemy's demands were surprisingly simple, a transfer of the 15% of the shares she held...
Now, the only belief that kept Nuonuo going was defending that 15%, preventing Loki Heavy Industry from falling into the hands of these despicable people!
And just moments ago, the devilish young man had dialed Mu Fan's Sky Communication.
Her face ashen, she glanced around the warehouse at the hundreds of armed individuals, Nuonuo painfully closed her eyes, her strength having completely drained.
She just wanted to scream out one thing: don't come!
"Don't come!"
"Don't come!"
But besides making a stifled noise, there were no effects.
Her heart deeply wished to hear Mu Fan say "Don't come," even if it would make her sad for a moment.
Seeing the expression on Wang Nuonuo's face, Donatello's unwell smile grew wider, as he let go of the Sky Communication's call button.
"How about it, willing to come and rescue your friend? You have ten seconds to decide, let me know when you've made up your mind."
To Donatello's surprise—as soon as he finished speaking—
Through the Sky Communication, Mu Fan's tone suddenly turned frigid: "Where shall we meet?"
"So decisive, truly a bit unexpected, tsk tsk!"
"I'll send you the address shortly, hurry up, Mr. Mu Fan, Ms. Nuonuo's suffering all depends on you."
Sky Communication ended with a click.
Buzzing, Mu Fan saw the address.
It was… Warehouse 55!
A deep murderous intent glimmered in Mu Fan's eyes!
"Mu Fan, surveillance in that area was all shut down six hours ago, I am considering other options," Black advised.
"No need, arrange a car for me."
Mu Fan put Sky Communication into his pocket and strode out of the academy.
He had always been a lone wolf…
"Nuonuo is a good girl," Black had said.
And he believed it too.
A straight figure appeared at the academy gate where an electric car drove up from nowhere and stopped in front of him, driverless.
The car door popped open, Mu Fan got in and sat down.
Under Black's control, the car automatically headed east.
Sitting in the back seat, Mu Fan was silent, then suddenly spoke, "Black."
"I'm here, Mu Fan."
"Has there really been no abnormality in the Gaoling Family's sensitive word monitoring?"
"…Yes." Speaking of this, a feeling named guilt also emerged in Black's emotions, but it could assure there was really no anomaly detected.
Sitting in the car, the silence lasted for a long while. Mu Fan sat in the back, his eyelids closed, lips slightly pursed, lost in his thoughts.
…
Inside Highway 55, the soldiers present before had vanished without a trace, including Li Shen and his subordinates, along with all the military-standard equipment—they all disappeared together.
Now, only the elites from the Three Great Families were present, cultivated specially.
These over a hundred elites, painstakingly selected, were now recklessly setting up layers of firepower around and inside the warehouse.
Gaoling Ze, excitement in his eyes, exclaimed, "So many times, this kid has embarrassed me so many times! That Thunderstorm Heavenly King we hired last time was useless too! But thanks to Young Master Tang this time, we can finally retaliate."
After he spoke, his eyes subtly swept over two people standing behind Donatello.
Two special forces experts with a physical fitness level of 23!
"Young Master Gaoling, just enjoy the show quietly, these are merely insignificant gifts," chuckled Donatello, eliciting smiles from both Gaoling Ze and Lin Wu.
Beside them, a young girl was crying her eyes out.