The night was deep and still.
Duan Chunfeng sat alone by the window, gazing into the distant darkness. The ashtray before him was already crammed with cigarette butts. But while the cigarettes burned down to ash, the weight of his sorrow only smoldered and grew heavier. Finally, he stubbed out his cigarette and exhaled a long plume of smoke.
Actually, there's no need to dwell on it so much. I could let the kid treat me first, and once I'm healed... I'll find a way to take him out. Turning an enemy into a friend is absolutely impossible. It's just that taking this kid out... I probably can't do it on my own.
As he muttered to himself, he reached for the phone on his table. After a brief hesitation, he dialed the number.
The call connected a moment later.
Duan Chunfeng sounded extremely respectful and cautious. "Boss, I'm truly sorry to disturb you this late."
