"Of course." Ren Feng smiled.
The task orders were issued, and Ren Feng began to make calls.
The phone was ringing, but it seemed no one was answering.
It took a full thirty seconds before someone picked up the phone.
"Hello."
The voice on the other end was a somewhat weathered male voice.
"Abraham, it's me," Ren Feng said calmly. "You still owe me a favor, remember?"
"Let me think, oh, I remember now, you are the King of Mercenaries?"
The other end of the phone suddenly erupted in laughter: "Amazing, you still remember me. So, what do you need from me?"
"You're paying attention to this Wall Street attack on Huaxia's financial market, right?"
"Yes," Abraham replied, "Wall Street is very well prepared, this time Huaxia Country might be in some real trouble."
"I need you to help Huaxia get through this crisis," Ren Feng said calmly.
