It's impossible for Li Fan to say Yang Yi needs help, and then have support dispatched immediately. Even if he has contacts in New York, it would take time to reach out and arrange something.
But Yang Yi really doesn't have time to wait for Li Fan.
Yang Yi's despair was palpable, even over the phone line.
Li Fan raised his voice and shouted, "Are you on the Hudson River or offshore?"
"On the Hudson River! I'm very close to the Statue of Liberty!"
"Okay, there's a Sunset Park on the east bank of the Hudson. Near the park entrance, there's a Lao Hu Restaurant. Go inside and find a person named Lao Hu. Tell him one thing; just say, 'Sing me a mountain song, will you?' This is the simplest... "
Before Li Fan could finish, the phone went dead, leaving only the dial tone that Yang Yi loathed.
The call cut off again, and Yang Yi glanced at the helicopter above him, realizing it was very, very close.
"Is your phone still working?"
