"Why hasn't that guy named Qian Yi come over yet?" Yang Jian stood at the staircase waiting, looking down.
There was not a single person on the first floor.
According to the previous phone call, a ghost controller named Qian Yi should have already walked over from the first floor by now. Under normal circumstances, they would have already met up.
But something was wrong; he, Huang Ziya, and another ghost controller had not yet waited for the person named Qian Yi.
"I'm not sure either," came the slightly anxious voice of Huang Ziya from behind him.
Yang Jian frowned deeply, "Hasn't the headquarters sent any messages?"
"Headquarters said they can't contact Qian Yi anymore." Huang Ziya held Yang Jian's satellite positioning phone to communicate, but the result was that there was no response from Qian Yi's side.
"It seems that the person named Qian Yi turned off the communication on purpose."
Turned off the communication on purpose?
