In another part of the city, far from the glittering towers of the business district, a secluded building stood beneath the winter sky.
Its exterior was unremarkable.
The windows were dark.
The surrounding street was quiet.
To anyone passing by, it appeared to be another private property tucked away from the busier parts of Imperial.
Inside, however, three men occupied a spacious room.
Qin Jun sat on one side of a low table.
Song Jing Li lounged on the couch opposite him.
Kira sat nearby, quietly reviewing something on his phone.
A faint scent of coffee lingered in the air.
The television remained off.
Qin Jun had just ended a phone call.
But instead of placing his phone down immediately, he continued staring at the black screen.
His expression was difficult to read.
His brows were faintly drawn together.
His lips formed a thin line.
Song Jing Li noticed. He leaned forward.
"What did he say?"
Qin Jun didn't answer immediately.
