As the night wore on, the city's bustling rhythm gradually succumbed to a hushed serenity as weary souls sought refuge in slumber, preparing for the day ahead.
In one of the most expensive penthouse apartments in the city, Yuchen remained awake. Perched on a lavish sofa, he gazed through the panoramic window, peering into the city's nocturnal secrets.
In his right hand, a cellphone was clasped firmly to his ear, absorbing the voice that emanated from the other end. His left hand cradled a glass, its amber contents swirling hypnotically as Yuchen listened intently.
"Yes, I want you to handle the shipment personally, Ian," he commanded, his voice calm yet laced with an icy determination. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the glass, underscoring the urgency of the situation. "Keep a vigilant eye on the dock. We can't afford any mishaps. I won't tolerate a repeat of what happened before."
