Elena explained her concern about physical copies. About hard drives. Printed photos. Hidden archives. She also summarized the corruption she had uncovered.
Lu Zihao let out a low chuckle. "Blackmail stockpile. Typical."
When she mentioned that she had already forwarded evidence to the police and released it publicly, there was a brief silence.
He did not like the authorities.
Neither did she, truthfully.
But they were no longer who they once were.
"So," Elena finished softly, "will you help me? No hurting anyone. I just need every physical copy destroyed."
A pause.
Then, calmly, he said, "I'll dispatch teams immediately. Plenty of time before sunrise. It'll be handled before offices open."
Relief loosened her shoulders. "Thank you, Brother."
"Anything for my little sister."
Silence settled for a few seconds.
"I want to see you," she said quietly. "It's been a while."
"I'm busy," he replied, though not unkindly. "But I'll make time."
