Flashback Continues
The streets of Shanghai were illuminated by countless city lights.
Cars moved through the roads.
Neon signs reflected on the wet pavement.
Among the crowd, a young man in a dark hoodie walked quietly.
Ghost.
In one hand he carried a large suitcase.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
Almost as if he was heading toward an ordinary meeting instead of walking into a dangerous situation.
A black sedan waited near the roadside.
Ghost opened the rear door and entered.
The moment he sat down, the driver started the engine.
Ghost placed the suitcase beside him.
"How many minutes?"
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror.
"Around twenty five minutes."
"To reach the manufacturing unit."
Ghost nodded.
"Okay."
The rest of the journey passed in silence.
Outside the window, Shanghai continued moving.
Inside the car, Ghost closed his eyes.
Not to sleep.
To think.
To prepare.
To calm his mind.
The same breathing technique Wang Yi had taught him.
