"That's good, that's good." Although she's not an impulsive person, she's used to handling everything on her own, he wanted to remind her that she still had a strong backing—they were all there for her.
After reviewing the documents, Qinghe leaned against the headboard, tapping the soft bed with her index and middle fingers. Military arms, drugs, the black market—he was involved in all kinds of illegal activities. Weisheng Yueren had mentioned before that Pava and his people had nearly arrived at the same time as them. It wasn't his territory, but he had ways of finding Nasha in such a short time, an indication of his long reach.
Weapons, weapons, Qinghe repeated the thought of Pava being a piece of fat meat delivered to her doorstep, with ideas quickly flashing in her mind. After repeated contemplation, she finally made up her mind. Strike while the iron is hot—act immediately.
