Liang Tianze felt a chill rise from his back, never having thought that the opposition's influence was so strong even in America. It seemed as if he had unknowingly fallen into a vortex, wanting to escape, yet unable to.
It had only been a little more than an hour since he called his son or the mysterious person did. From the events in Huaxia to then in the state of Shenghua in America, what kind of organization could possess such a high-efficiency cross-regional power? When did he provoke such a power?
The voice of his son, Liang Xiaoqiang, came through the phone: "Dad, save me, save me!"
This recording, but Liang Tianze could tell, this was definitely his son's voice.
"I'll give you one night to think it over. I hope we can cooperate happily!" The voice came again, seemingly certain that Liang Tianze would cooperate, very relaxed, like chatting with an old friend.
