When Yang Fan returned to Struwa, it was already ten o'clock at night.
Shi Qinghua had been waiting for him. Without the final news, his heart was also uneasy.
This time is a moment to decide fate, any slight inattention could lead to a crushing defeat.
Shi Qinghua constantly reminded himself to be extra careful; otherwise, years of effort could be destroyed in a heartbeat.
He knew his worries weren't unfounded. Be it the US Federal Bureau of Investigation or the Johnson family, they were ruthless operators.
Cooperating with them was like walking a tightrope, even a gamble, where the final victor would surely be the one with the most brilliant strategy.
But nothing is certain until the end. No one knows who the final winner will be.
Noticing Yang Fan walk in, Shi Qinghua asked seriously as usual, "How is the situation?"
"Everything is as anticipated." Yang Fan recounted the events of the evening.
