It rang only once before being picked up.
"Boss."
Grey Wolf's voice was always so steady.
"Where are you?"
"Downstairs. Room 3021."
Song Heping's lips curved slightly.
He was staying in 3025.
"Come up to my room."
"Right away."
The call ended.
Song Heping stood up, walked to the window, and pulled the curtain open slightly.
The Potomac River flowed quietly, and the spire of Georgetown University glimmered faintly under the moonlight in the distance.
Washington in the early morning was as quiet as an empty city, with only the occasional passing car breaking the silence.
Gazing at the night, he fell into deep thought.
Having founded this company over ten years ago, Musician Defense now had thousands of mercenaries with operations in more than twenty countries worldwide, and annual revenues exceeded one billion US Dollars.
The large companies that once treated him like a small fry, now competed to work with him.
