The winter morning had its own charm.
A tender orange tint painted the sparse clouds across the sky; the first light of dawn sprinkled down, blending with the delicate scent of dew in the air, fresh and natural. Mist hovered over the river surface, creating layers of delicate ripples. Occasionally, the clear chirping of birds mingled with the noise of the New Year celebration.
The successive failures of Yu Qin and Croney had silenced the various forces tacitly.
Even the confident team from Baisheng Group had to now reconsider Lin Chuan's capabilities.
Big Tiger had considered the possibility of Croney failing.
But he would never have imagined Croney being captured by Lin Chuan, rendering him utterly defenseless.
Under his multimillion bounty, Croney was an ace among the employed assassins—a flat pebble tossed onto the Han River in Anling, creating a splash and nothing more.
In Morgan Group, Lucas was now the sole backbone in the Southeast Asia region.
