The following morning at dawn, in the Southeast Asia Special Zone Government Office Building.
Ye Wenhao had just stepped into his office when he heard the vibration from his phone inside his briefcase.
He quickly walked to his desk, pulled open his briefcase, and retrieved his mobile phone, only to find that it was a call from Yan Lei, the head of the Yanhuang Organization Southeast Asia Special Zone Office.
"Director Yan, is there a situation?"
His heart stirred, Ye Wenhao answered the phone and asked first.
In his view, Yan Lei calling his personal phone so early in the morning was definitely related to matters concerning the Southeast Asian underworld.
"Yes, Special Chief, there is a new situation I need to report to you." True to Ye Wenhao's guess, Yan Lei's answer confirmed his suspicion, but his tone was somewhat unusual.
Ye Wenhao directly asked, "What's the situation?"
"Since this morning, there's been a message circulating in the underworld of Southeast Asia."
