After everyone had left, Lei Lingfeng entered a secret chamber and dialed a number on a special phone within the room.
"Sir, Tian Xing is dead!" Lei Lingfeng spoke in a humble voice.
...
Returning home, Ling Feng lazily lay on the couch, thought for a moment, then used his cellphone to dial a number.
"Hey, Little Poison Insect, where are you right now?" Ling Feng asked with his legs propped up.
A man's voice came through the phone: "Damn, it's you, huh? Why would you call me out of the blue? That's not your style, Ling Feng!"
"Cut the crap, I've got something to tell you!" Ling Feng then told him about the incident with Tang Tianxing.
There was a moment of silence on the phone before the man let out a sigh and said, "I know, I didn't expect him to have been hiding in Yanjing all along! No wonder we could never find him! By the way, I heard you're back in Huaxia?"
"Yeah, otherwise how could I possibly have run into Tang Tianxing!" Ling Feng said with a laugh.
