However, before he could speak, the busy tone of "beep beep beep..." came through the receiver.
He frowned at the phone and couldn't help but curse,
"Damn, so mysterious, is it necessary?"
Feeling helpless, he begrudgingly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, standing as directed, leaning against the car hood and waiting anxiously.
The air in the parking lot was stale, filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
While waiting, he subconsciously pulled out the pure white business card given to him by Special Commissioner Zheng from the inner pocket of his clothing.
The card flipped through his fingers, its texture smooth and slightly resilient.
There was no title, position, name, or company logo on it, just clean and blank, with the only marker being a string of phone numbers.
