The next day, Lan Mu and Fang Moqi ate breakfast at a roadside stall while discussing the details.
"I've already had Yang Xiong find a way to get your passport over here. It'll have proper entry and exit records, so you don't need to worry."
Lan Mu nodded. "That's fine. What do we need to prepare over the next couple of days?"
Fang Moqi gulped down his soy milk, wiped his mouth, and said, "Nothing. Just rest up and conserve our energy."
"We're going to America empty-handed?" Although Lan Mu had dealt Heaven's Punishment to Yu Hetu, that was entirely different from this operation. He had no idea how much preparation went into assassinating an important figure.
Fang Moqi laughed. "What? It's not like you can bring guns with you."
Lan Mu smiled. "We're not used to using guns anyway. Aren't you bringing that huge bag of equipment?"
Fang Moqi paid for breakfast and spoke to Lan Mu as they walked.
"I have connections in Los Angeles. Getting guns will be easy, let alone bows and arrows."
"As for intelligence, safehouses, transportation... all of that can be arranged through various channels in America."
"In that country, as long as you have money, you can get anything!"
The two were on their way back to the hotel when Fang Moqi's phone suddenly rang.
He answered it, and his expression darkened after listening.
"I'm just a nobody. Let's skip the meal."
"You don't need to say any more. I'm not interested in being friends with you."
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Enough. I'm hanging up."
Lan Mu had not transformed, so he could not hear what the other person was saying. But Fang Moqi was clearly in a bad mood. After curtly saying a few words, he hung up.
"Who was that?"