(The chapter title numbers for the past few chapters were incorrect. I'll contact my editor on Monday to get them changed.)
"...What do you mean?"
Yang was taken aback. 'That kid, Zhou Chen, has apparently gone sixty years into the past to fool around. Why would he need my help?'
'And there's more hidden in her words—it seems Jiang Che knows some of the secrets behind all this.'
"How should I know? She just told me to pass that message on to you." Christina picked up the used red wine bottle from the table, uncorked it, and unceremoniously took a few large gulps.
"She hired you?"
"She contacted me in secret and made an offer I couldn't refuse. The job was to find you and ensure your safety." Christina glanced at Yang. "Making it to Gold Medal Operator in the Star Association... Looks like you've done pretty well for yourself over the years."
"It's nothing compared to you..." Yang pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Still smoke?"
