Twenty-four hours and twenty-four seconds after the agreed time with Ivan, Yang Yi's phone rang.
Yang Yi glanced at the phone, shook his head, then answered it and immediately nodded heavily, indicating that it was Ivan calling.
Porter let out a long breath, and in a not very large meeting room, everyone's expression became solemn.
"Hello, Mr. Ivan."
"Hello, Sea God, I am someone who keeps my word, right?"
"I have never doubted that, Mr. Ivan."
"On the outskirts of Baltimore, at the intersection of Route 99 and Route 32, go find it. I believe you can find it, and that's it."
Ivan hung up the phone, Yang Yi looked up, with an extremely grim face said, "On the outskirts of Baltimore, at the intersection of Route 99 and Route 32, very clear."
In a short period, within a matter of seconds, the atmosphere solidified, to put it in a cliché way, it was deathly quiet.
