"Mr. Nathanael Warm?"
Hearing this name, the voice on the other end of the phone asked, "Isn't Mr. Nathanael Warm dead?"
"Mr. Warm…"
Before the Chief of Deep Cold could finish speaking, the phone was suddenly snatched away.
"Mr. Nathanael Warm is indeed dead, but a new Mr. Nathanael Warm has appeared."
Unknowingly, just moments ago, Nathanael Warm, who had been dozens of meters away from the Chief of Deep Cold, suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed the phone.
"You are…"
The sudden turn of events took the person on the phone by surprise.
"Sea Sword Demon." Nathanael Warm's indifferent voice conveyed no emotion, "Ask Marshal to take the phone."
"One moment."
After a brief hesitation, a response came from the other end of the phone.
As a strong figure in the martial world, Nathanael Warm's name was widely known.
The person on the phone didn't dare to delay and immediately went to notify.
After one minute, Marshal's voice came from the phone.
"Mr. Warm?"
