On the Pacific Island
Gunfire, explosions, cars blown into the air, planes shot down.
And blood, corpses.
"A phone, I must find a phone." Shen Li muttered to herself.
After the car was attacked, everyone was too busy to care about themselves, so naturally, no one would bother with them.
Shen Li dragged Jian Hao, rolling into the nearby bushes, a place that seemed relatively hidden.
One can only be grateful that the island is large, with many bushes to hide in.
More gratitude should be given to Han Mochen for not carpet bombing; otherwise, they would have been blown to bits.
"Are you sure you want me to call my brother?" Jian Hao asked, with an incredulous expression.
Shen Li always told the people on the island that Han Mochen was his brother, very powerful and awesome.
He didn't refute it, thinking it was a bluff. In such a situation, it's better to pretend to have a powerful backing than to appear timid.
