In the evening, Xiang Yu and Wang Qian met at a remote and tranquil café.
"Inviting me out at night—missing me, huh?" Xiang Yu chuckled.
Wang Qian shook her head with a smile, "Xiang Yu, I really like that shameless nature of yours."
After some casual jokes, Wang Qian's face turned serious, "Xiang Yu, tell me the truth, why get involved in Pakistan's political affairs? There's an unwritten rule in our mercenary world that we only take on hire contracts and don't get involved in political disputes."
Xiang Yu finished his coffee and said, "Rolaff is the leader of the rebel forces, he caught Rumus. I must bring him down."
Xiang Yu didn't hide anything, then stood up to make himself some tea, as he wasn't used to coffee—it tasted terrible.
Wang Qian smiled, "You've really got the skills, you actually brought him down."
"There have been cracks between them for quite some time, I just sped up their split," Xiang Yu said indifferently.
