On the mountainside road, Tang Hao's face became darker than ever as he held his phone in his hand.
Several minutes had already gone by and his calls were not answered. Something must have happened to Han Yutong.
He looked at the string of blood jade beads on his wrist again. There was still no reaction. It meant that her life was not in danger.
"Haha! No one's picking up, isn't it? That girl must be in my Senior Brother's hands now. If you want to see her again, you'll have to let me go!" Grandmaster Bakar laughed arrogantly.
Tang Hao narrowed his eyes and they flashed with shocking coldness.
With a sullen face, he stepped forward, then lifted a hand and waved it toward Grandmaster Bakar's face.
Slap!
Grandmaster Bakar was sent flying by the slap, then fell on the ground.
