At three in the afternoon, Lin Feng found Han Yuxin.
The young, maturely dressed woman was handling business in her hotel room. She needed to send intelligence on the Wu City front back to Jin City.
Seeing Lin Feng approach, Han Yuxin put down her pen and offered a faint smile.
"Did the mission go smoothly?"
"I saw Qin Hu go looking for you, so I didn't want to interrupt."
Lin Feng shook his head and briefly explained the situation with Cheng Zhan. The mission was far from simple now.
"Don't mention this to anyone. This mission is confidential."
Han Yuxin nodded.
"Understood. So the Zerg Race has already expanded to twenty kilometers outside the Suburban Area of Wu City. If your projections are correct, it won't be ten days. Our forces will clash with them outside the defense line by the eighth day."
"It's already the third day. That gives us less than five days to prepare?"
