The phone on the bedside table buzzed once, and Lu Changchuan woke up.
He picked up the phone. It was four in the morning.
On the other end of the line, the usually calm voice of Rong Qian sounded excited, "Ninth master, the boss said they've found the three-clawed crocodile. We're to arrange for someone to go over for the handover."
Found, not captured.
Which meant, at this very moment, Night was in the process of catching the three-clawed crocodile.
And he was sure he could catch him.
"Move out immediately."
Throwing out a sentence, Lu Changchuan lifted the blanket and went into the bathroom.
An hour later, a private jet flew from the Imperial City to Monaco.
...
In the underground casino of Old Charlie's bar, the crowd around the gambling table had dwindled from over twenty to just over ten.
More than five hours had passed, yet the chips between the two people on the table were like the two ends of a balance, sometimes moving to this side, sometimes to that.
