Tao Ju knew that Pawa's timely change of contact number was a necessary measure to avoid being tracked. But that left him with no choice but to passively wait for Pawa to contact him. The inconvenience and delay were one thing; the fatal problem was that he had never actually met Zuo Tai and failed to relay Pawa's request. Would that cause Pawa to misjudge the situation?
The next time Pawa came looking for him, would he still have time to explain?
Filled with worry, Tao Ju started the car. The engine's roar rattled his skull and sent his thoughts drifting.
Taking it a step further, how could this utterly unequal partnership possibly continue?
The bloodline of a Grand Executive Officer Tao Yang alone was completely insufficient before true power. Was there any way to hedge some of the risk and pressure? Zuo Tai's support remained vague and intangible, or rather, it had not materialized in any practical sense. At a time like this...
In a daze, Tao Ju's car merged into traffic and was almost swept north with the flow.
In this severely depressed era, everything was shrinking, yet becoming concentrated to an extraordinary degree. Nearly all government agencies, corporate giants, and supporting large-scale commercial real estate in East 824 District were clustered within the traditional, limited prosperous area on the north bank of the river channel.
The south bank, where Zuo Tai was located, was relatively quieter.
At the end of the northern highway's skyline, Tao Ju saw the Silver White Sword Tower soaring into the clouds across the river. It was East 825 District's landmark structure, the core equipment symbolizing the authority of the Reclamation Corps. Whenever a High-Energy Tide arrived, or whenever a dangerous target designated by the Reclamation Corps had to be hunted down and