In the small house near Clearview Lake in Greenfield City, Monica Zhang was dragging Andrew Han around—sometimes trying out high-tech gadgets, sometimes discussing things together.
"We need to put something up in the living room," Monica said.
"And this study really needs a proper bookshelf. Also, look at the kitchen—these utensils are way too clean. They've never been used," she added.
Monica Zhang's hand, smooth as cream, rested at the corner of her lips.
Beside her.
Andrew Han watched quietly, a smile appearing on his face. He noticed that whenever Monica thought deeply, she would place her fingertip on her lips, as if it made her smarter.
Just then—ring ring ring.
The phone vibrated.
Aunt Lin's number appeared on the screen.
"Hello?"
Andrew Han stood at the edge of the living room and answered the call.
A young voice spoke through the receiver: "Are you a high-tier Martial General? At Yuli Cheng Factory between Greenfield City and Linhaven City, there's an eagle-type Demon comparable to a mid-tier Martial General. If you don't want the phone's owner to die, you need to come quickly."
The voice belonged to Ryan Long.
In truth, he prided himself on his good nature and sense of justice. Faced with such a life-and-death crisis, he had no choice but to step up and help... Or, more accurately, to call for help.
On the other side of the phone.
Huh?
Andrew Han's eyes flickered.
With his current physical abilities, he could easily catch every subtle sound from the phone's receiver—including Aunt Lin's chaotic breathing and Mark Jiang's muffled, angry sobs.
"Yuli Cheng Factory?" Andrew Han repeated.
"That's right," Ryan Long replied firmly. "Rest assured, I haven't harmed the phone's owner. But there are dozens of people trapped here—I have no choice. Please come quickly, or we'll all die."