Zhong Yi spent all night calling Chu Ge, until he heard "The number you have dialed is powered off." He could only send a WeChat message, swearing as he did so. By then, dawn had broken.
He had thought he would not be able to reach Chu Ge and was about to call Chu Jiangliu back to discuss things further when Chu Ge finally replied on WeChat: "Got it. Be right there."
Be right there...
This was Los Angeles. Had he only just woken up? Had he even gotten a visa? Even if he had, who knew when he would arrive? Surely he couldn't teleport across the entire Pacific Ocean?
Remembering how Chu Ge had still needed to slog through a flight to Magic City before, Zhong Yi seriously doubted whether, in just over half a year, this guy could have become the "god" his father spoke of. Damn it, thinking of that trip to Magic City reminded him of his poor, battered Haval. Zhong Yi's heart bled.
"All right, I'll wait for you." After replying, Zhong Yi thought for a moment, then sent Chu Jiangliu a message anyway: "Your son is only heading over now. Will your arrangements be ready in time?"
Chu Jiangliu: "Oh, got it."
Zhong Yi: "...Come on, I'm the one heading into the tiger's den. Is this really the time to give me the runaround?"
Chu Jiangliu said, "All I can say is that as long as you lure Sandru out, you can leave the rest to me. But to be honest, no one can guarantee your safety in that situation. If you refuse to go, I won't blame you."
Zhong Yi laughed. "I'm going. Why wouldn't I? I'm going because I want to, not because I'm working for you."
Chu Jiangliu fell silent for