C1142 The Third One Who Was Good to Him

The young warrior nodded. He took out his phone and called Xiyan Cheng.

Beiming Yumo stood in front of the young warrior, quietly but anxiously waiting for the result of the call.

His heart pounded against his chest from a distance. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, and there was no color on his face.

Very quickly, the young warrior shook his head. "Captain's phone has no signal