"Mr. Song."
When Ms. M spoke again, her voice had returned to professional calmness, "I propose we meet in Butare at 3 PM in two days to discuss the distribution of interests in detail. Britain is willing to act as a fair mediator."
"It's an honor." Song Heping hung up the phone and looked at Lumar, whose face was ashen: "General, can we now talk about the three mining areas you owe me?"
Lumar's right hand quietly moved towards the gun at his waist.
Song Heping glanced at him and sneered, "General, I suggest you don't do that."
Song Heping stood up, still smiling, but his gaze had become as sharp as a knife: "Unless you want these photos to appear online or on the headlines of major TV stations."
Saying this, his gaze fell on a file.
"This is just a backup, the original is with a friend of mine, currently in Darfur. Unless you cross the border to attack Sudan now, you can't get that thing."
A sudden commotion came from outside the tent, followed by the roar of engines.
