Chapter Four: The Two-Hundred-Million Medical

“Someone is going to kill you on May twenty-ninth.” Wolff's agent, Becker, laughed first. He closed the two-hundred-million-euro draft. “This is Crown's consultant? A fraud who raises prices with curses?” Wolff did not laugh. He withdrew his hand slowly. “May twenty-ninth is the day after the Champions League final. I fly away privately every year. What else did you see?” “Fire concealed the aircraft number. You wore a shirt with a black circle.” Lu studied the tape around his knee. “And the real trap in this transfer isn't your knee.” Kane ordered the doors shut. “Prove it.” The designated medical was one hour away. Su Man had already reached page seventy-four of the draft.