February 19th.
Myanmar.
Myanmar Economic Zone.
Wangsa had rushed to Xin'an Town early in the morning.
He hadn't even had breakfast.
Last night, he had received a call from Deputy Leader Ling who said there was something to discuss, but Ling did not specify what it was about.
This left Wangsa anxious throughout the night, as the matter Ling intended to discuss must be significant, especially given Ling's current status and power; there really wasn't much he couldn't handle in this country.
And seeking him out.
It was likely related to Thailand, and it was not simple.
Wangsa looked at the familiar scenery outside the window.
The streets of Xin'an Town hadn't changed much in the past few months.
The construction planning here was completed in one go.
