Rewriting Fate

December 14, 10:00 a.m.

22 hours remained until the mission officially began.

Chen Jie had already shifted the focus of her work to 444 Diaoying Road.

She was inside the building, consolidating the resources at hand and arranging the mission site.

Clearly, she regarded 444 Diaoying Road as her home ground.

At the same time, Chang Nian had arrived at Tingxin Tavern and sat at the bar, swirling a glass of wine.

There were not many customers in the tavern that morning. The moving figures were all staff members.

Chang Nian was someone no one could perceive, so she could openly sit there and drink.

Besides her, the tavern's only other customer was a plainly dressed man around thirty years old.

The man wore his medium-length hair in a seven-three part and had on a black padded jacket. Even in the air-conditioned room, he had a thick scarf wrapped around his neck.

He was not drinking. He merely sat in a booth, wiping his nose with a tissue, apparently suffering from a cold.

More than a dozen photographs and a file envelope lay on the small wooden table before him.

The man looked at them, frowning and sighing from time to time as he marked certain photos with a pen.

"Mr. Shao, would you like to order something?"

A waiter swept the floor with a broom as he casually asked. He seemed quite familiar with the man and was not particularly formal.

Without looking up, the man replied in a heavily nasal voice:

"Then bring me a cup of hot milk."

Shao Yong'an was a very typical middle-aged man.

He possessed many traits common to men his age. He liked to ponder things but did not enjoy talking, though his inner world was often rich.

Ever since the night of