"Hmm, my wife's company needs to procure a batch of steel."
Mo Han nodded, "But I heard it's pretty chaotic over there, so I thought I'd head over in the afternoon."
"Oh," Han Feng said with a slight smile, "If Mister Mo doesn't mind, how about letting Awei go with you? He's well-acquainted with the crowd at Blacklight Pier."
"Awei!"
"Yes." Awei stepped forward, grinning, "Mister Mo, I'm pretty familiar with Blacklight Pier. Shall I accompany you this afternoon to check it out?"
"Hmm..." Mo Han smiled, "How about this, we'll go to Blacklight Pier first to see if we can solve the issue. If it's manageable, we won't bother brother Awei. If not, shall I give you a call?"
Awei laughed, "Sure, my phone number is 138..."
Meanwhile, on Binjiang Boulevard, a black Otesai business van sped along.
Nie Feiyang, wrapped in a blanket inside the car, was shivering, "Cold... I'm so cold."
