At the intersection of Xisi South Avenue and Mashi Avenue, Huang Jin sat by the window of the teahouse on the corner, watching the bustling traffic below with a deep frown.
Waiting was always agonizing, especially now, when Huang Jin was terrified that his days of preparation would go down the drain.
The private room's door was shoved open, and an operative rushed in, about to speak, but stopped dead at Huang Jin's stern glare.
Chapter 156