In the wee hours of the morning,
Lu Zixun, curled up and soundly asleep, was awakened by the ringing of his phone.
Through his bleary-eyed gaze, an undeniable air of irritation lingered.
Glancing at the caller ID, which showed Qing Yuanyang, Lu Zixun took a deep breath and answered the call.
If Qing Yuanyang didn't have something important and was just calling to disturb his sleep, Lu Zixun swore he would give him a thrashing.
"Heavy breathing...watch the right side, they're coming again!"
As soon as the call connected, a cacophony of noise burst through, akin to the chaos of battle.
Lu Zixun bolted upright in bed. What on earth was going on?
"Lord Xun, we need backup."
The tired voice continued, Qing Yuanyang quickly said, "We're currently near the He Family residential area and have been ambushed by followers of the Plague God."
