The uncle didn't pay attention to him, just silently took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from his pocket, dialed a string of numbers, and put it to his ear: "Hello! Is that Little Duan?"
An extremely loud exclamation came from the other end of the conversation: "Ah! Senior Ni Feng! What do you need me for?"
"Keep your voice down, will you?"
The uncle bellowed angrily, quickly turned the phone's volume to the lowest, then put it back to his ear: "It was you who took care of that big demon at the power plant, wasn't it?"
"What's up? What's the problem, huh? Something went wrong!"
"What? Shouldn't have bothered to remove a massive bomb? No, that's not it, being adaptable is good..."
"But do you realize you missed a Parasitic Thunder Goo Demon, kid! Just today, a young fellow happened to stroll by here, damn, if it wasn't for me passing by after shopping for vegetables, there could've been casualties!"
