Si Ye had only seven members, each one a strong warrior, capable of taking on a hundred opponents alone.
Especially number two.
Within Si Ye, they all referred to each other by their numbers.
For example, Feng Lin was number one, called 'Boss' by others.
Liu Nian was number three, thus called 'Old Three'.
But when referring to number two, it wasn't the same.
Everyone called number two 'Second Master', including Feng Lin.
The man was almost like a mentor to Feng Lin.
Feng Lin flipped through his phone book, murmuring softly, "Second Master can't move around easily, I'll have to call number four."
"Hello!"
The phone connected, and a neutral voice came through, light and without any fluctuations.
"Old Four, it's been so long, yet you're so indifferent towards me."
Feng Lin also stopped his electric scooter, a trace of wistfulness on his face.
Sikong Jin remained his usual self, speaking as little as he could. If one word would suffice, he wouldn't say two.
