Nightfall descended.
Royal International Hotel.
Zhao Min sat in front of the computer, her small hand gliding the mouse.
On the computer screen were displayed the detailed family records of Zhou Zheng.
These records were extremely thorough.
They covered every member of Zhou Zheng's family, their occupations, current residences, personal preferences, and even Zhou Zheng's special quirks—all recorded in crystal clear detail.
Zhao Min gently picked up a glass of red wine from beside her and took a small sip, then turned her focus to Zhou Zheng's son's file.
After looking at the photo of Zhou Zheng's son for a while, Zhao Min pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number, speaking in an almost commanding tone, "The target is confirmed, get ready. We will make our move in the next two days—remember, it must be done without anyone noticing!"
After finishing, Zhao Min hung up the phone directly.
Three days passed quickly.
