Gao Guang dialed the phone.
There was nothing special about his feeling; it was just a normal competitor. Except this competitor was now in a powerful position, very dominant indeed.
But Gao Guang didn't feel inferior, so he wasn't under any psychological pressure.
"Hello, is this Hunter?"
Being able to directly call the other party's mobile phone was a show of skill, yet Gao Guang didn't let Hunter guess who he was because that would seem hostile.
Gao Guang courteously said, "I am Otto Schmidt."
"Otto Schmidt? Who are you?"
Hunter sounded puzzled, so Gao Guang had to softly say, "People usually call me Mad Dog."
"Aha, Mad Dog, it's you!"
Hunter's voice didn't sound as steady; instead, it was rather surprised, but Gao Guang had a feeling that Hunter seemed pleased hearing his voice.
As if Gao Guang's call was as if he were pleading for mercy. Hadn't even spoken yet, and was Hunter already enjoying his victory?
