「Half an hour earlier.」
While Li Wei was driving back to New York Manhattan from New Jersey, Don Quixote sat in the executive chair in the study of their Battery City Park apartment, staring at his computer screen.
Chen Haisheng stood behind him, catching a glimpse of Don Quixote's stern profile out of the corner of his eye.
The latest headline from The Washington Post's sports section was displayed on the screen: "Metropolis's False Idol: Why Li Wei's Savagery Will Ultimately Destroy the New York Giants."
"Do you think this is a targeted attack, or just a coincidence?" Don Quixote swiveled his chair around to face Chen Haisheng. "What do you think?"
"Hmm..." Chen Haisheng said with considerable certainty, "I think it's a targeted attack."
