"Who are you calling?" Just as the middle-aged man had hung up the phone, Ding Fan was already standing behind him without him knowing when he had arrived.
The middle-aged man was taken aback, as he had clearly seen Ding Fan and Cheng Bufan leave; he thought they had not discovered him at all. But from the current situation, it seemed that they had noticed him from the start.
"It seems that I've underestimated you," said the middle-aged man, his trail discovered by Ding Fan, yet he didn't show any signs of nervousness, remaining composed.
"Standing low naturally means seeing low. There's nothing strange about that," Ding Fan remarked. "If you want to leave here alive, then you'd better tell me. Who were you just calling?"
The man smiled faintly. "Many people want my life, but I don't think you have what it takes."
