「Three days later.」
Feng Yan and his team were having a spell of bad luck. After tailing Gao Yang for three days, they had found nothing unusual and had little to show for their efforts.
Gao Yang's company was strange. It wasn't in an office building but in a warehouse that looked like an auto repair shop. If not for the sign out front, no one would ever guess it was the trading company that controlled the entire medicinal herb trade in Shanghai City.
Almost everyone in Shanghai City knew of Gao Yang, but very few people knew about his origins. In the eyes of the Shanhai people, he was a ruthless thug who seemed to have shot to fame overnight. No one knew how he had made his fortune. Even locals like Wang Jian, who had grown up in Shanghai City, had only heard stories about Gao Yang and knew very little about what he actually did. Outsiders, of course, knew even less.
