Number Thirteen's tone was calm, exceptionally composed.
"Save me!"
Number Thirteen's tone didn't match the urgency of his words. Gao Yang was momentarily stunned but soon replied gravely, "Where are you?"
"Riyadh, and I'm under tight surveillance. I can't get out of this situation on my own. I have no choice but to turn to you for help."
Number Thirteen was the kind of person who wouldn't panic even if the sky were to fall. The problem was, because of this, Gao Yang couldn't gauge the severity of the situation from his tone. He could only ask anxiously, "Do you have time to explain what exactly happened? How can I help you?"
"Riyadh. I was caught while browsing classified files at the Shah Intelligence Agency. Although I managed to escape, I'm under such strict surveillance that I can't return to my hideout. Now I'm trapped. Without outside assistance, there's no way I can leave."
