At the Evil Research Organisation—
December 23rd.
Two days before Christmas.
Which means the first phase of the fake free health campaign starts right after Christmas. Major cities first. Then after New Year—boom—everywhere, like a disease but with better posters.
Not that I care.
Jiang and I are already prepared.
Honestly, I'm more worried about Christmas shopping tonight. Maybe I'll take Jiang with me. Or—wait—no, I want to give him a surprise gift. A real one. Not something he accidentally scans and analyzes for alien radiation.
Ugh. I'll think about that later.
For now, I just—
"Miss Ling Yunhua!"
I freeze mid-step.
An armed guard jogs toward me, boots heavy, expression serious like he's about to announce the apocalypse. He stops way too close to my personal space and hands me a black, ugly-looking device.
Guard-only communication.
High-rank only.
Very ominous vibes.
"It's Mr. Xian," he says.
Oh.
Of course it is.
I take the device. It's cold in my palm.
