November 2 was a Saturday, not a workday, yet High-Energy Centers at every level across the Twelve Great Districts had canceled all leave, with everyone reporting for duty. Not even the brilliant sunlight outside could dispel the resentment filling the office building... Though in truth, there was more tension, confusion, and unease. It was as if an uncertain wind was carrying the explosion and the smoldering remnants of a city-burning fire from 1,700 kilometers away to the Indochina Peninsula.
At ten in the morning, Lang Jin passed through the elevator lobby and through a realm where sunlight and dust intertwined.
Tang Li's office was ahead. Unlike some time ago, the area outside was deserted, and there was no one in the Reception Room across the hall either. Everyone knew that their eccentric boss had not come to work in a long time, so naturally no one came here to knock on his door and put on a show.
Only Lang Jin still came by every day to check whether the cleaners were doing their work properly and make sure the office was spotless.
Today, he had come over again, but this time he was seriously carrying a box to deliver some documents.
Unexpectedly, yet not unexpectedly, the office door did not open. At the appointed time, that person had not come.
Though Lang Jin clearly had authorization to enter Tang Li's office, he stopped outside the door and left another message beneath the one he had sent that morning: "Director Tang, the documents are ready. Since they're confidential, they can't be left unattended. If you come over, just let me know and I'll deliver them to you."
A few minutes later, a single word came back from the other side: "Okay."
Lang Jin immediately felt a weight lift from his