嗡, 嗡.
The sudden vibrations made Gudun Mah instinctively glance at the third drawer on his right-hand side.
Yang Ming just smiled quietly at him, thoughts flickering through his mind, and then said, "Open it and take a look."
Gudun Mah seemed to sense something, bowed his head, crouched down slowly, and pulled the drawer open wide to show that there were no weapons inside, taking out a long, translucent tablet.
A message popped up.
It was from 'that' number.
Gudun Mah swallowed and opened the envelope. The message in the New Federation Language almost made him faint.
"Don't make yourself worthless, Mah."
Gudun Mah trembled as he sought to reply, but the phone lightly vibrated, a series of garbled text appeared inside, the screen actually burned itself, and a wisp of white smoke rose from the edge of the phone.
Yang Ming observed Gudun Mah closely.
For a moment, Yang Ming seemed to see a pale purple glow expanding outward from the outer layer of Gudun Mah's brain.
