Chen Zhengcong came to his senses and immediately found his phone on the sofa, dialing a quick access number.
About a dozen seconds of dial tone later, a hoarse voice came through the phone.
"Didn't I say to contact me by email for anything in the future, don't call me? What the hell are you up to?"
"It's you who's up to something! There's something wrong with the item you sold me, it nearly cost me my life!"
"Hmm?" The person on the other end didn't rush to dismiss any involvement, but instead said calmly, "Don't rush, tell me slowly."
Chen Zhengcong spent about a minute explaining the whole situation.
After a moment of silence, the other party answered, "The thing I gave you is genuine. The Yang Baojin you wanted to harm has an expert by his side."
"Impossible! I recognize every person around Yang Baojin. There can't be any mistakes."
