"King of Mercenaries."
The voice on the phone was that of a woman, sounding somewhat lazy, yet with an air of superiority. Although her words formed a question, the implication was unmistakable.
"It's me," Ren Feng said in a deep voice.
"Your response truly disappoints me," the woman said blandly. "I'll give you a chance to rescue your woman so that the game doesn't become so boring."
Ren Feng's breathing quickened slightly: "Time, place!"
"Relax, don't worry, you'll be informed. But at the very least, ensure only one person comes, otherwise, this game won't be fun."
"I'll come alone."
"Alright, then wait, I'll contact you again."
After hanging up, the woman picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it skillfully, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
The computer video on the table connected, displaying none other than Lawrence from the Rothschild Clan, whom Ren Feng had previously encountered aboard the gambling ship.
"Is the person dead?"
