"What is happening?" Isaac immediately asked when Ron ended the call. "Did something happened to our shipments?" The old's man's voice was gruff, his brows were knitted into a frown. How could a problem like this occur at this time?
Ron nodded, his jaws clenched. "Someone… hijacked our shipments on the South China Sea. The worse is… we cannot ask help from the authorities as this was one of the illegal shipments of medicines and pieces of equipment that we ordered abroad."
"Is there something else that we can do? Maybe pay some local gangs to trace the shipments?" Thomas asked.
"It's Zhou Jingren." Isaac's said in a solemn tone. He rested his aged hands into the table and balled it into a fist. "That man — It must be him! No one else is capable of doing something like that!"
