"Did you renegotiate things? Are we going to keep helping that Mr. G protect his courier?" Fengzi found two bottles of cola in the refrigerator and tossed one to Zhang Heng.
"No, he won't trust me." Zhang Heng hung up the phone and caught the cola. "Just as I won't trust him. His only goal is to keep using me as bait."
"Huh? Then why did you email him?"
"To confirm something," Zhang Heng said. "Although he sounded furious when he first picked up, I didn't hear any panic in his voice. Even though, on the surface, the Emergency Response Squad has almost cornered him, interestingly enough, he doesn't seem to think so. The reason he eventually agreed to my proposal wasn't just because he wanted to keep using me as bait. More importantly, he didn't want me to become suspicious."
"Suspicious?"
"People say Mr. G is the uncrowned king of the First Layer. More than half the factions and gangs there are connected to him. Yet all this time, his influence has remained limited to the First Layer. Naturally, that's because he has to be wary of Shen Tang Morgan, the true ruler of New Shanghai 0297, but I don't think someone like him would really stay obediently tucked away in the First Layer forever." Zhang Heng opened the cola as he spoke. "In the end, he never truly pinned his hopes on me from the start. He should have other trump cards hidden here."
"What are you planning to do next?" Fengzi asked.
"I'm going to help him uncover those trump cards and see what lies beneath," Zhang Heng said blandly.
At 10:45, Zhang Heng arrived at a small pharmacy at the address in the email. It was nearly midnight, and there were few people inside. Apart