Jun-ho picked up his phone and noticed an unusual notification: a message from Salin.
"Jun-ho, I overheard some guys talking about you. It sounds like someone set you up. Please be careful."
The warning made his stomach twist.
He was sitting on the hotel couch, waiting for confirmation from Thomas André. He had asked him to go down to the docks and verify the shipment. By now, he should already be on his way back.
Nuen then returned to the room with a smug smile.
— What did he say?
— Everything went well. The shipment will arrive today.
— Good. I already spoke with Alexander.
— And I sent Mung to prepare the exchange — Jun-ho said, feeling a slight dizziness. Maybe the meeting had drained him more than he thought.
— Who's Mung?
— Someone you'd pray never to meet.
Everything had gone as planned, and a new alliance had been formed.
