Henry heaved a long sigh of relief upon receiving a phone call from Song Heping.
"Boss, are you okay?!"
"Still hanging in there..."
Song Heping moved his arm a bit, but his chest still hurt.
He lifted his shirt and glanced down.
The bandaging craftsmanship was decent; it seemed professionally done.
"Henry, any news on the Dark Web?"
"Yes...we released the photos, and they've been seen by many on the Dark Web."
Henry didn't sound happy.
"But in the real world, no one knows about this. No newspaper dares to publish these photos, as if none of this ever happened. I have to admit, American control over the media is terrifying. Not even Europe dares to publish this information. I tried contacting an old friend in the media, and after seeing them, he deleted them immediately. He doesn't want to end up like Feier — dying in a car crash."
Song Heping fell silent.
He had indeed underestimated the American influence.
