Three days later, Qiu Tong received a call from the network. She raised her index finger to her lips to signal for silence.
Qiu Xingyu cleverly ran to the computer. She wanted to use the GPS system to track the other party's exact location.
Qiu Tong picked up the call, and the background noise of the casino came from the other end.
Bo Lang swirled his cup and took two deep breaths from the cigar in his hand. "Sally, go to the crossroad in the suburbs at 9:58 PM tomorrow. A van will bring you to see me. Don't be late."
"The upper echelons of the organization would like to meet you and confirm your identity before revising your mission. Any problems?"
Qiu Tong frowned but responded in a relaxed tone, "Of course not, thank you."
After hanging up, Qiu Xingyu pointed at the location of the Sent Bar on the map.
