After a moment of hesitation, 888 decided against it and just quietly imbued his energy into his host. Their last conversation hadn't gone in the best way and he'd been feeling a little awful since then but there was nothing he could do about it.
Over in the Yang home, Yang Zhi was seated in his study with his head lowered and a strong shot of alcohol swirling in the glass in his hand. He'd just received a message from a friend that the Dings had hired a Private Investigator in addition to the Special Ops team and Fed police.
The information had easily gotten to him in the first place because they weren't even trying to hide it. At the moment, the entire issue had gone from a matter of 'If he would get caught' to 'When he would get caught.'
He'd just taken a big gulp of his drink when,
PING!
