While Tang Qing and Wang Yan were in the classroom.
The neighboring country, Thailand.
Bangkok.
At the top floor of a luxurious eight-story hotel in downtown, there were two people in a large suite.
The leader of Bangkok's largest and oldest underworld force, Phipa, was sitting on a sofa in the reception room, frowning deeply, smoking a cigar. His right-hand man, Tila, was flipping through various documents on the tea table.
Tila had been called over by Phipa early in the morning and was handed a pile of documents. Phipa didn't provide any explanation, he just asked Tila to read them thoroughly.
Tila did as he was told earnestly, unsure as to why Phipa had asked him to look at these documents. These were mostly bios of some people and snippets of various incidents that had happened recently in Bangkok's underworld forces. Most of the information was something he already knew, leaving him scratching his head.
