Persian Plateau, Revolutionary Guard front command, late night.
After ending the phone call laced with hidden subtleties with Simon, Song Heping showed no sign of sleepiness. Without any delay, he drove overnight to the area under the strictest protection by the Persian military.
He needed to see one person immediately—his old friend and the real controller of the place, the highest Commander of the Persian Islamic Revolutionary Guard, Avanti.
In a secret room with walls covered in precise military maps, Song Heping met with Avanti.
Without any pleasantries, Song Heping directly laid out the core content of the phone call with Simon and the five groundbreaking conditions for cooperation he proposed to Avanti.
After sharing his idea, the room immediately fell into a deathly silence.
Only the old air conditioning next to the maps emitted a low hum.
Avanti furrowed his brow, sinking into thought like a statue.
