Lin Cheng walked over and glanced at the caller ID.
Asian Headquarters, Zhao Jianguo.
An amused smile curled Lin Cheng's lips. He answered and switched on the speakerphone.
"Well, well, Minister Zhao. What brings this on? How did you find time to call an idle fellow from a civilian organization like me?"
On the other end, Zhao Jianguo's breathing was noticeably heavy. He was clearly suppressing his anger, yet dared not let too much of it show.
"Lin Cheng, stop playing dumb."
Zhao Jianguo demanded, "Why did Yang Jian from the Paranormal Forum suddenly go to ZS City, and why did he attack Tong Qian, the city's person in charge for Headquarters?"
Lin Cheng paused in surprise.
He had gone straight to Huanggang Village earlier, so he genuinely knew nothing about Yang Jian encountering Tong Qian outside the Caesar Hotel.
Still, he quickly guessed the gist of what had happened.
Leaning back in his chair, Lin Cheng said indifferently, "Really? Did Tong Qian die?"
"No," Zhao Jianguo said through gritted teeth. "But one of her arms was skinned alive. It's completely ruined!"
"Oh. As long as she isn't dead." Lin Cheng's response was casual.
"Minister Zhao, I knew nothing about this."
"Besides, Ghost Handlers all have bad tempers. A little friction is normal. Private matters like that aren't something I can control."
"What, did you call to demand justice from me?"
On the other end, Lin Cheng's shameless attitude nearly drove Zhao Jianguo mad.
They argued back and forth over the phone, neither willing to give ground.
In the end, Zhao Jianguo conceded.
He took a deep breath, softened his tone, and got to the point.
"Lin Cheng, we can set Tong Qian's situation aside for now."
"I called because there's something important we need your help with."
"Old Qin