"How many days has it been?" On the roof of the Dark Red Chamber of Commerce building, Cao Guangkai in a suit gazed in Wanghai's direction without many words.
"The sixth day," The guard beside him said respectfully.
[The sixth day already?]
Dawn colored the thin fog into a golden glow. Even in Su City ten kilometers away, he could still smell the fragrance known as order and freedom. It had been clear in that direction, without any smoke, for the sixth day.
Moments later, Cao Guangkai slowly said.
"That man, when did he leave?"
The man he referred to was Lin Chaoen.
The man who referred to himself as the apostle of Supreme civilization.
The guard hesitated for a moment and answered with an uncertain voice, "Around two months."
Cao Guangkai nodded.
"He shouldn't be back then."
Based on their agreement, if he didn't come back in two months, that meant their agreement was over.
