A dozen minutes later, Old He returned to the office, closed the door, and redialed Ma Chaoyang's phone number.
As soon as the call connected, Ma Chaoyang's anxious voice whispered, "Teacher, Li Biao and his team were captured alive by Guo An's men!"
Old He's grip on the phone tightened suddenly, but his face showed no hint of panic.
He leaned back in his leather chair behind the desk, glancing out the window, his voice still calm: "What are you panicking about?"
"When did this happen?"
"Not even half an hour ago!"
Old He frowned slightly and slowly spoke: "He knows what to say and what not to say."
"But… what if he can't withstand the pressure..." Ma Chaoyang's voice was urgent, clearly revealing his panic inside.
Although the teacher seemed as composed as always, appearing to have everything under control, he could no longer provide sufficient reassurance.
