"Agents 1 and 3, head to the beach immediately. The location - a sand pile 5 meters directly in front of the 12th beach chair. Control the person in the pile. Be quick and covert," Zhang Ziwen commanded through his tiny communicator.
Zhang Ziwen's movements did not escape Song Lin's attention. She looked at him, her face calm. There was the cold determination of a hunter zeroing in on his prey, and the steadiness of a man in control. She didn't interrupt him. Instead, she admired the man in front of her. Once serious, this blockhead transforms into someone astute and wise - no more jesting or silly behavior. She seems to like him, no matter what his demeanor or gesture. A seductive glint was sparked in Song Lin's eyes...
Just as the two bodyguards quickly descended the stairs, Zhang Ziwen's brows furrowed slightly. He spoke into his mini micro-phone, "Agent 1, Agent 3, you may withdraw."
"What's wrong? Was there an issue?" Song Lin observed something from his facial expression.
