At the top floor of Shangtong Tower.
Yang Jian habitually stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window of his office, overlooking the modern metropolis below. His eyes flickered as if he were pondering over something.
"If I calculate the time, I have two days left on my deal with the Ghost Cabinet. If I really plan to accept Wang Xin's request and handle the Ghost Door Knocker incident, I can act for no more than one day. That's my protective timeframe."
"There's enough time. If I engage with the supernatural event, results can be seen within an hour or two."
He was still hesitating, after all, such a decision carried great risks. There was a very real possibility that a trip abroad could end in death, never to return.
"President Yang, I've made you a cup of coffee." Zhang Liqin walked in with a coffee cup in hand; she didn't have much to do and was always looking for ways to show her worth, unwilling to seem useless.