Tang Yue waited for more than twenty minutes, whilst suffering indescribable mental torment. He had lost communication with Tomcat the moment it had left, and its situation was completely unknown. He kept attempting to contact Tomcat, but there wasn't any response. All he could hear from the earpiece was the frustrating static.
"Tomcat? Tomcat, do you copy?
"Tomcat… Tomcat!
"Tomcat, do you f*cking copy? Answer me!"
However, Tang Yue didn't dare head out to seek Tomcat. Tomcat's safety rope was still in his hands. In the event of an accident, the only one who could pull Tomcat back to safety was him. If he were to rashly leave Kunlun Station, he and Tomcat would both perish in the sandstorm.
"Tomcat, Tomcat? Answer me if you copy!"
"Shut up… Are you mourning at a funeral? It's so jarring to the ears. I'm not dead."