An underling handed him a cellphone. With one arm around Ivana Bennett, he dialed Lucas Walker's number.
On the other end of the line, Lucas Walker's team had just reached the command ship of A Country's navy stationed at the Aden Gulf. He turned on his phone.
Felling the vibration of the telephone, he immediately pulled it out. Without even looking at the number, he answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Duke," he responded.
Upon hearing that voice tinged with slight amusement, Lucas Walker's fingers clutched the phone tightly.
"Sikong Yueming?"
"Surprising, you recognize my voice so well. Yes, it's me." Sikong Yueming led Ivana to a sofa nearby and gently tucked the stray strands of her hair behind her ears. "Ivana is with me now."
"If you dare touch her, I'll tear you apart," Lucas Walker threatened.
