Song Heping did not respond immediately.
He reached into his pocket and took out an encrypted satellite phone, gently rubbing his fingers over the cold metal casing as if tracing the threads of the entire plan.
"The reason fairy tales are fairy tales is that the storyteller lacked the power to change reality."
As Song Heping spoke, he began to dial skillfully, the satellite phone emitting a slight ticking sound.
He shook the phone slightly.
"And now, we have it."
He pressed the last button and placed the phone close to his ear.
After a brief waiting tone, the call connected.
"Jiang Feng."
Song Heping's voice was steady and clear, without a trace of hesitation, "It's me. The time has come to execute the 'Broken Blade' plan."
No excessive pleasantries, no detailed explanations, only brief orders.
