Ray moved quickly and returned to the office in less than three minutes.
"All arranged."
As Wen Yu put on the overcoat hanging on the rack, he casually took a communicator from his space ring.
"Old man, you stay here. Contact me with the communicator if anything comes up."
Fran nodded with a smile. He watched Wen Yu and Ray leave together. A silver light flickered in his eyes, swirling unceasingly...
The second chosen one... variables... there are too many...
At this thought, the light in Fran's eyes dimmed. He chuckled bitterly, took out "Hamlet," and slowly flipped to a certain page...
It read: "When two fierce enemies are locked in a desperate struggle, it is most perilous for a weak and presumptuous individual to step between their blades."
Two strong enemies...
In Fran's understanding, these were not Tang Haofei and Wen Yu...
