9Hours Before The Exchange.
Shyin opened his eyes slowly. Whatever he laid on was soft, and he wasn't ready to stand up, wincing at the jabbing pain on his neck.
As he slowly recalled the last thing that happened to him.
"Has the Chaplins sidetracked him?"
As intrusive thoughts ran through his head, he could feel the surging rage.
No way, the Guans threw him under the bus, and now who he thought was now an ally did the same. He wasn't going to watch this happen to him.
Shyin stood up immediately, taking a while to adjust to his environment, and there he was.
He was back at his hotel room, the same room he left.
"How did they know where he was staying?"
Oh, they were with his phone; they could possibly track his last locations if they had access to his phone.
Oh fuck!
They actually did. How could he underestimate them? Looking around, the room wasn't guarded. He wasn't sure of outside yet.
But he also wasn't restricted in any way.
