Li Qiao parked by the roadside, slid to answer the call, and greeted in Myanmar language.
On the other end of the line was an extremely low and hoarse voice, "K, when are you coming over?"
Li Qiao tapped the steering wheel with one hand, squinted at the road ahead, fell silent for a moment, and replied in Myanmar language, "Within a week."
"Good, I'll wait for you."
The brief conversation lacked any superfluous pleasantries or warmth, yet the tacit understanding between them was unmistakable.
After hanging up, Li Qiao casually placed her phone on the dashboard and sat quietly in the car for a few seconds before driving off toward South Sea Mountain.
…
Just after seven o'clock, the Maybach stopped on the Mansion's platform.
As Li Qiao got out of the car, she saw two men sitting under a nearby parasol.
It was He Chen and Shang Yu.
