Yang Yi clung to a sliver of hope, hoping that his direct report of his identity might make the person on the other end of the phone change their mind.
Of course, if the person answering the phone really wasn't who he was looking for, then that hope would inevitably turn into disappointment.
"Mr. Felice? I've already said this is my phone, I don't know any Mr. Felice, stop calling here!"
The call was hung up, and the woman speaking sounded pretty angry.
Yang Yi was, naturally, very disappointed, but he still had two more calls he could make. However, the response from the second call was the same as before: the person he was looking for was already dead.
He didn't bother with the disconnected number and made his last call to Xiang Gang.
Even if he could get in touch with the person in Xiang Gang, Yang Yi hadn't really thought about whether they could help him in his current situation; he was simply seeking help out of desperation.
"Hello, who is this?"
