Charlie turned and looked at the people around him. He just shrugged and didn't speak.
Song Fan quickly understood. Most of the people here were Jason's men. Charlie hadn't brought many people to A City, so most of them must have been Jason's.
She stopped talking and swiftly grabbed a pen and paper from a nearby table, writing down dozens of materials and items needed.
Charlie, not understanding the list, looked frustrated by the chemical symbols and names, "This much?"
"Do you think my poison is easy to cure? Why do you think Jason didn't do it himself?" Song Fan smiled, "Each cargo ship should have a departure time, right? If you want Jason to wake up quickly, get these things ready as soon as possible."
Before Charlie could respond, a burly man took the paper from his hand.
"Miss Song, I'll have what you need ready within half an hour," the man said emotionlessly.
