Qi Yue called Meng Bei at about 8:30 PM. When the clock struck ten, the phone in Ru Yue's room began to ring.
Qi Yue awoke from his meditation immediately, snatching the phone, "Hello."
"Benefactor, is that you?" The voice of Meng Bei came from the other side.
"Stop calling me benefactor, it sounds off. My surname is Qi, you can call me Mr. Qi." The fact that the person on the other end was an underworld figure made Qi Yue reluctant to disclose his full name.
"Alright, Mr. Qi, we've found the person you're looking for. Within three days, there are only three flights from Greece to the Capital City, and there are seven young men around twenty years old like you said. But only one of them is handsome. I guess he's the one you're after. However, what's quite strange is that this man, once he reached the Capital City, took a name from our Yan Huang Republic, Lin Yifan. He seems to be very interested in Yan Huang culture."