"Brother Rong, I can't get through on the phone."
The bar was a cacophony, and his subordinate's nearly screaming voice cut through the intertwining music.
Wei Jinrong's face suddenly darkened.
Disciplining someone who doesn't know their place—such matters, he hadn't personally handled in years.
Casually issuing orders, there were plenty of people eager to take care of it for him.
So, those two little unarmed celebrities, Ye Wan and Jiang Yanchi, he hadn't considered worth his attention.
Even though he'd heard Ye Wan seemed to know a bit of martial arts, Wei Jinrong hadn't taken it to heart.
A girl's just got a few pointless moves at most.
But now, Wei Jinrong felt that things might not be so simple.
"Since when have we been unable to contact them?"
Wei Jinrong turned to look at his little brother.
"Af…afternoon."
The little brother answered tremblingly, not daring to say that Hu Mingzu's phone had been off since last night.
Wei Jinrong's gaze turned sinister.
