"Is this guy trustworthy?" Zhi Al frowned, finally shifting his attention to his brothers. "What if—"
"He wouldn't dare cross me, if that's what you're worried about.", Lu Wei's voice was calm but confident as he shut the drawer with a quiet thud, tossing the burner phone back inside. "Relax, Al. Get some sleep."
"But how?", Mo Zixuan leaned forward, confusion etched across his face as he struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
"You don't get where Wei and I are without leverage over powerful people." Zhi Xi's tone was casual, "You are not the only one with connections here, Media Magnet." He flashed a wicked smile, shrugging as if the matter was trivial. "Kiddo and Yuan are safe from the government or any legal trouble, rest assured. From now on, it's just Fadhil they'll have to deal with."
"That's a relief, then.", Zhi Al muttered with a yawn, though his eyes were red and heavy, struggling to stay open.
