At 9:50 the next morning, Song Heping drove the white Toyota Fortuner and appeared at the agreed location on time.
This was an abandoned industrial area, with rusty factories standing amidst the overgrown weeds, desolate and uninhabited.
He followed the instructions, parking the car in front of a huge, half-collapsed workshop door.
A few minutes later, a battered pickup truck slowly drove over and stopped opposite him.
A middle-aged man with a short, stout build, dark skin, wearing a floral shirt, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, got out, staring sharply at Song Heping and his car.
The passenger seat held a muscular man, clearly a bodyguard.
"Li?"
The man in the floral shirt asked, his voice the same as on the phone.
"Mr. Vijay?"
Song Heping got out of the car, similarly alert, observing the other party and the surrounding environment.
Vijay nodded, without any unnecessary words, heading directly toward the back of the pickup truck.
