"RING RING RING!"
A moment later, a phone started ringing inside the shoulder bag on the bank.
Jiang Xinghai reached out, and with a flick of his hand, the phone flew to him. The caller ID showed the name Jin Lin.
"Young Master Jiang, you... haven't you arrived at Mangping Town yet?" Jin Lin's voice was pleasant, like a clear spring.
"I just got here. There's a stream on the east side of town, so I'm cooling off a bit before I come find you," Jiang Xinghai said, leaning back on the grass and lazily stretching his limbs.
"Is that so? What a coincidence. I'm very close to that stream you mentioned."
On the other end of the line, a short-haired woman in a combat suit was peering through a pair of binoculars from the windowsill of a wooden house. "And I think I see you now. Nice muscles."
"You've got to be kidding me." Jiang Xinghai deliberately froze in the stream.
He suddenly felt exposed, and the feeling put him on high alert.
