After everyone had left the study, Wang Anquan stood up from the sofa and walked over to a corner of the room. He tapped on the wall several times, quickly revealing a secret chamber.
Without any hesitation, Wang Anquan stepped into the chamber. The sound of movement followed, and then the wall promptly returned to its usual smoothness.
The space inside the secret chamber was small and simply furnished, with only one table and chair. On the table sat a table lamp, upon which rested a black combination lockbox.
Wang Anquan had no reservations as he walked up to the lockbox, entered the combination, and opened it directly, holding a satellite phone in his hands.
Wang Anquan's fingers trembled as he held the phone, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, which soon turned vicious and frightening.
