Gao Yang was invited into Nate's command post.
The command post was very simple, but very tidy. Recently the civil war in Ukraine had been pretty lively, especially in Donetsk. Being able to keep a tidy place showed that Angel's situation wasn't bad; at least they still had the leisure to keep things clean.
"Have a seat."
After solemnly inviting Gao Yang to sit, Nate sat down opposite him. Then he laced his ten fingers together, put both hands on the table, and said in a low voice, "You said you've got good coffee?"
Grinning, Gao Yang said, "I remember I just gave you a lot of coffee not long ago. You already finished it? There's something I'm really curious about—purely curious—don't tell me you can't even afford coffee now? It can't be that bad!"
