After some static, a youthful face appeared. "Damn, Dugu Yusheng you don't look that bad! Why do you always fail to show during our meet-ups?"
Dugu Yusheng raised his brows, his eyes cold and harsh. "I asked where are you?"
He repeated his question.
As if he could feel Dugu Yusheng's agitation, Gideon stopped his chattering and looked around him. "I am at the airport changing flights, on my way to Corsi Island. Do you think I am like Apollo and Bai Yi? With private jets to bring them wherever they want to go…"
"Good, that you are already at the airport. Come to the International Association first." Dugu Yusheng cut in.
"Why?" Gideon raised his brows.
Dugu Yusheng's eyes darkened. "Something happened to her."
There was no need to mention which "her" he was referring to.
Anyone in their group would know.
Gideon was still at the airport, air ticket in hand and queuing up to board his flight.
