The notification in his head jolted Qin Fen awake like a thunderclap. His body slowly began to recover as well, though more slowly than last time. He still felt a faint dizziness.
"My Merit has passed a hundred and sixty thousand, but there's no notification about an upgraded version. So I guessed right. This upgrade must require something else!" Qin Fen pondered for a moment, then turned to look around. There weren't many people in the brightly lit carriage. Several of his fellow passengers had already stirred awake and were even stretching. They seemed to have slept well.
By his reckoning, it was almost mealtime. It should be morning back home now, right? Qin Fen had no idea which time zone he was in. He opened his phone and sent his parents a text.
In the restroom at the front of the carriage stood a white man of medium build, cautiously holding a phone.
"Have you reached France?" A young man's voice came through the phone.
"Boss! I'm here. I'll arrive in Paris shortly!" the white man said carefully. A letter was tattooed on the back of his hand: Y! It represented the faction he belonged to-Yan Bing's!
"Once you're there, keep that phone with you and look after it. Remember, contact is one-way this time. Apart from this phone, we have no other means of communication. The other party is very cautious. This is a big deal, after all. To conceal every trace, we haven't arranged any other contact methods either. Remember, you must be careful. No mistakes!"
Listening to him, Y nodded. "Yes, boss. I'll be careful. Don't worry!"
Yan Bing's face was grave as he spoke into the phone. "Understand that if anything goes wrong, the repercussions will be far-reaching. I have no choice but to be