There can be no mishaps; many of their bonuses come from here.
Zhang Quan ignored the looks from those two police officers. He bent down to pick up the phone on the hood, when suddenly his pocket started vibrating. It was another phone, a satellite phone hidden in the inner pocket of his suit that only a select few knew about, not even his wife.
He paused for a moment.
It wasn't Ah Biao's number, nor was it the number of any one of the Golden Triangle bosses.
His thumb hovered over the answer button for two seconds.
Zhang Quan picked it up.
There was no greeting, just a low, deep breathing.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhang," the voice leisurely said.
Zhang Quan's brow furrowed instantly into a dead knot, yet he didn't let his voice betray any panic.
