Inside the bag, Frank Zhang and Angela Yu found several takeout containers packed with steaming, fragrant dishes: soy sauce chicken, steamed shrimp, three-cup duck, crispy-skinned goose, and fluffy white rice.
Angela was overwhelmed. Tears and sniffles escaped her as she clutched a box of food, her emotions breaking free in a flood of relief. A black sedan glided past, pausing just long enough for someone to toss out a pack of tissues, which landed neatly at Angela's feet. Frank was struck speechless, feeling like he and Angela were under constant surveillance. And their overseer? Their own teammate, Luo Shu.
On the phone, Luo Shu's voice was soft. "Eat up while it's still warm. When you're done, I'll call you back."
"Wait! How did—" Frank began, but Luo Shu had already hung up. Angela, too exhausted to overthink, gave in and began to eat. "Let's just eat first," she said, tearing open the food. Frank agreed, too famished to question it further, and they ate with abandon, polishing off the four servings in minutes.
As Frank took his last sip of cola, his phone rang right on cue. Angela snatched it up, speaking before Frank could. "Luo Shu! What's going on here? Where are you watching us from?"
The scene was surreal. Blocks away, in a heavily modified mobile command center, Luo Shu sat in a makeshift operation room, surrounded by Hunter He's hired operatives. The room was a compact yet high-tech nerve center, outfitted with several computer screens and staffed by top-tier hackers who had been tracking Frank and Angela through their explosive collars and surveillance cameras.
With the help of this improvised command, Luo Shu now had eyes on every movement of his teammates. He spoke into the phone, saying, "I'm not nearby; I'm watching you via traffic cameras. Now, stop talking and listen carefully."
Luo Shu quickly recounted the essentials of what he had uncovered, omitting his own removal of the explosive collar to avoid unnecessary complications. He left them with this instruction: "The final target location appears to be East Lindon Hospital. I'm on my way there. You two hurry up and meet me."
Angela and Frank, slightly stunned, processed the details as best they could. Yvonne He wasn't really Yvonne He but a clone, and there was a hidden clone facility—and now everything pointed toward her ex-boyfriend's psychiatric hospital. With Luo Shu's revelations, Angela found herself willing to follow his plan without hesitation. "Alright… we're on our way."
Just as she finished, she realized they hadn't received an address or any money for transportation. Before she could finish the thought, a black Bentley screeched to a halt beside them. A suited driver called out, "Get in. I'll take you to East Lindon Hospital."
In a heartbeat, they jumped into the car. The coordination was uncanny, and they couldn't help but marvel at Luo Shu's precision.
Meanwhile, back at Honghu Industrial Tower, Hunter He stood by the window, dialing a number at Luo Shu's suggestion. It was nearing 2 a.m. The phone rang on and on, only to be picked up just before it was set to cut off.
The voice on the other end sounded groggy and irritable. "Hello? Uncle He? Why are you calling this late?"
The response was controlled, tinged with an almost believable sadness. "Yvonne is gone. Someone… someone murdered her."
A shocked silence followed. Then the voice sharpened, all traces of sleepiness vanished. "What are you saying? Yvonne… she… no. That's not possible. There must be a mistake!"
Hunter He injected a tremor into his voice. "I wish it were a mistake, but it's true. Her body… it's horrific. I need you here. Can you come?"
On the other end, there was a long, telling pause. In that moment, any doubts Hunter He harbored about Luo Shu's theories evaporated. Whatever role Vincent Ren had in Yvonne's fate, he was certainly not an innocent party.
Finally, Ren's voice returned, composed but cold. "I'm sorry, Uncle He. I'm not in Harbor Island. I can't come."
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