Jiangnan District.
Cheongdam-dong.
Inside a high-end business club.
Jiang Chen sipped his tea, waiting patiently.
"Mr. Jiang, can Brother Zou come out?"
Xu Kuan asked tentatively.
Jiang Chen was silent.
Xu Kuan wanted to ask again, but at that moment, Xing Jie nudged his arm.
He quieted down.
From the brief survey just now, Jiang Chen had a bold speculation in his mind.
He had only a half-understanding of the ins and outs of this major smuggling case, but through his experiences and observations since arriving in Seoul, he was increasingly discovering that there might be a great conspiracy hidden behind it.
Transnational smuggling.
Underworld bloodshed.
Power struggle.
Betrayal.
…
One term after another flashed through Jiang Chen's mind.
He lowered his head, silently taking a sip of tea.
"Mr. Jiang, they're out."
Xing Jie whispered a reminder.
Jiang Chen turned his head.
