章節 1781: Little Apple's Sword Of God

Mu Yuan held the cell phone. The courage that he had just mustered was shattered. Just when he wanted to put the cell phone down, a familiar number flashed on the cell phone screen. Jack was calling. Mu Yuan was nervous and swiped the cell phone. It nearly dropped as his hand was shivering. Even his breathing became lighter.

"Major Mu Yuan!" A cold voice came out from the microphone. Mu Yuan's heart also followed and trembled. Major Mu Yuan? He had not heard Jack greeting him so officially for a long time.

He vaguely remembered that the last time that he greeted him so officially was during an international conference. Someone had introduced them. This person stretched his hand out politely and shouted Major Mu Yuan once. He held his hand in full view of everybody and even hooked his palm.