Repair and Storage Point
When Zhang Heng returned to the garden entrance with the plate of croissants, less than fifteen minutes had passed.
This time, before he even reached the table, Mr. G rose to his feet and applauded him. "Impressive, impressive... That was truly unforgettable. I must apologize to you. To be honest, at first, I never thought you could complete this test. It seems I underestimated you. You really are the courier best suited for this deal. No—rather, no one could be more perfect than you. With you on board, I believe this transaction will proceed smoothly."
After saying that, he picked up two glasses of red wine from the table and handed one to Zhang Heng. "Please forgive my earlier offense."
Zhang Heng accepted the glass and set the plate of croissants on the table.
"I'll start making preparations now. As long as you help me complete the transaction, I'll immediately remove the tracker beneath your cerebral cortex," Mr. G said, raising his glass.
However, Zhang Heng first returned the Tungsten Steel Sword he had borrowed from Miss F and said, "Thank you."
Miss F nodded. Though she was equally astonished by Zhang Heng's performance, she asked nothing. After taking back the sword, she merely said, "I'll take you back."
Only then did Zhang Heng drain the red wine in one gulp. He turned to Mr. G and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Not for now. Before the operation, I'll have F tell you the details of the transaction." Mr. G stood on tiptoe and patted Zhang Heng's shoulder, saying warmly, "Once you bring back what I want, we can have a proper talk."
"Alright."
Zhang Heng set down his glass and left the garden with Miss F, who had risen to her feet.
The black SUV