It was in the Fong's building that Henry Russell stood by the window, overlooking the world below. His eyes were filled with a complex expression, thinking about the grievances between the Fong and Deng families. Suddenly, he looked up, eventually picking up the phone on his desk. After a moment's thought, he quickly dialed his assistant's extension.
The other end picked up almost immediately, "Hello, Mr. Russell."
"Send me all the information you've gathered about the Fong and Deng families' past events. I want to see what is going on." He said decisively, his eyes full of determination.
"Yes, sir, but the files regarding those past events are still a bit messy, so..." The assistant hesitated, not knowing how to sort through the huge pile of documents before her.
