An ordinary private car was driving down the streets of Virtue City in the early morning. Mo Zhicheng sat in the passenger seat. The phone rang, and he opened the glove compartment, taking the phone from inside.
"Boss, I can't hold on any longer. Your location has basically been locked in. In no more than five minutes, you'll be found."
"Is it over there done?"
"Just finished, they're getting ready to send the 'zongzi' back."
"And the item?"
"The item hasn't been taken back to the Funeral Home. According to protocol, they'll take it back and seal it up at the Scorching Sun Department."
"Alright. Proceed with the backup plan."
Mo Zhicheng tossed the phone back into the glove compartment and pushed his glasses up. Things had deviated a bit from the plan.
Aside from him inexplicably exposing some things and getting tailed, he'd also misjudged the strength of the local Scorching Sun Department.
Not underestimated—overestimated.
